Christmas In Gotham
What a pretty sight, the
Christmas lights
Chilled air bites, perhaps
snow so slight
Listen to the bells as
they ring out
Santa is warming his
sleigh for his night route
Stores filled with
goodness, gifts in waiting
Credit Cards whizzing as
capitalism is happiness’s blessing
Sensuous waves of coffee,
the green mermaid named Starbucks
Tempting treats, tasty,
tingling aromatics
Stroll the avenues, honey
roasted almonds from the gods
Unnoticed the stinging
cold on your face, feeling like hot spice
Rushing people with
thoughts of love, warm as toast
Wanting happiness for
those they treasure most
Round the corner down
Ninth on 24th, wafting pine in the air
Direct from the forest,
trees for dressing pretty if you dare
My favorites are maroon red
apples and silver tassels
Once more it’s the season when Gotham dazzles
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