…because not all of us have our Peking ducks in a row
Just when you thought that warm fuzzy feeling is from the holidays, think again…
I’ve been negligent in blogging this year, ’tis true,
but what’s a woman with severe writer’s block to do?
I’ve agonized and despaired – plagued with self-doubt,
desperately searching for an easy way out.
When I happened upon these pics,
some depicting a version of St. Nick,
I thought, There’s no better present,
which will build up your resentment,
and compel you to hit me hard with a hockey stick.
Blunt force trauma aside,
I hope your brain won’t get fried,
as mine did when I gazed upon these pics. (And from your hockey stick.)
For I only want to share
a blog post that’s rare,
and not a tale about a guy with the charm of an oil slick.
You can say this is a gift or an abomination,
an aberration, a compensation, a deviation, or even a gene mutation –
or anything else…
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