Wednesday, December 20, 2017

Homonymous Holidays

It was more of a scene
Than I'd ever seen.
The line stretched out the door.

Outside, a girl sold hot apple cider,
A brimming pot of the stuff beside her,
And a sign, reading "Hot Cider 50 cents."

It had the most wonderful scent.

Inside, a festive soundtrack played.
I heard it all twice twice through.
And if, "Have a Holly Jolly," came around once more,
I couldn't have said what I'd do.

But, in the end, I'm glad I went.

Now my Holiday gifts are all sent.