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
Moore Consciousness, Confidence, and Clarity For The Collective. 