𝓜𝓸𝓸𝓻𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝓦𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓝𝓮𝓮𝓭

This should’ve been our first holiday

As a family

Under the mistletoe I thought you’d fondle me

But kiss less

I find myself standing

Not sure if the next one

Is the one I should be expecting

To bring in as a union

Was crystal clear in the Fall

Winter brewed up confusion

Love bandit

Intrusion

Collect calls refusing

Merry Christmas

From Arch Angel Confused One