the christmas spirit smells like week old dishes…

the christmas spirit smells like week old dishes, our smokey living room and the power i hold in my hand called febreze.
by rory byrnes
there is an old
artificial christmas tree
sitting unused in the
moldy cemented basement
of my once married
parents’ house.
i asked you if you’d
like for me to bring
it home to set up;
“we could use some
warmth and holiday
cheer around here.”
“no. that’s not my style.”
you win again.
looks like that
old christmas tree
will stay in it’s
box another year.