𝔼𝕩𝕡𝕠𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕄𝕠𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝟚 𝕐𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕤𝕖𝕝𝕗

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