today, I'm Christmas-ing
music
decorations
wrapping paper
cards
all unearthed from their places of spring hibernation
and stacked in piles on the basement floor
boxes
crates
bags
an unwieldy array of cheer
ready to be displayed
the ordinary of the house is suffocated
by the jingle of bells
and the circle of wreaths
too much merry
the calm of me is stifled
by the pile of ads
the call of the mall
the emptiness of wallet
'tis the season
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