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there’s a disease in the trees
an evergreen tumbleweed

like a wart
on thin fingers

dark dream catcher 
of the breeze

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December twenty fourth
Most know as Christmas Eve,
The holiday that,
Standing by itself,
Only Santa-loving kids believe
Has any meaning,
They celebrate ”Delivery Day.”

For the rest of America
Pre-Christmas excitement
Can be found
In the national holiday
That is spent 
Idolizing a thick white drink-
We celebrate eggnog.

Like a festive cake batter
Served in glass goblets
Some chug, some sip
This curious liquid.
In mystery it sits
Tempting taste buds
With Christmas spice.