Saint Nicholas

Santa is coming!
I've told him you're good.
So he's bringing his reindeer,
they'll stomp on your roof,
make a big ruckus
with their four dirty hooves.

With a clang and a clammer
he'll come on through
right down your chimney
with a present or two.
Give a big bellow,
a wiggle like jelly,
as he sends milk & cookies
down to his belly.

Then, as quick as he came,
he's off! There he goes!
On to bring joy
to the other good folks.

Stranger,

How do you make me

feel so rotten,

stranger?

With the wind in your lips

you howl; chasing into

my deepest insecurities.

I wave flurries upon myself.

Though you'll never know

just how cold the taste

of conjured wind curls.

Piercing through the fabric,

chilling my veins,

until the seams tear;

Letting out the frosted air.

How do you make me,

stranger?

How do you make me care?