our therapy today gets seasonal:
to sketch a memory of christmas past,
the reasons our rejoicing should be full
and what it takes to make that spirit last.
i draw it like you want, the child and all,
then pencil in king herod with his sword.
i make his face look just like doctor butch!
do you see what i see, bloody lord?
the mother cut off from her baby's touch
and locked up through the season in your ward!
you'll file my christmas card away, no doubt,
and act like magi sniffing on your myrrh.
i'll celebrate for real when i get out
then haunt each christmas right, just me and her.
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