Santa is lit on the frozen lawn
and so am I, neither of us
is sleeping. I take a drag,
gaze at him, inspiration
for good behavior,
our differences
make me sigh
and I keep on sipping.
Posted by: hshuler | March 27, 2012
Smoking with Santa at 3 AM
Posted in Poetry | Tags: pass it on poetry
Heidi Shuler 
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