Santa Claus in Exile

Lost in a sea of ice and
vodka, he stumbles the deck,
then hauls himself onto the couch
to sleep off the moonlight.
  
Discarded presents litter the carpet;
in his breast pocket burns a letter
from his wife: All the reindeer have fled,
and the sled was sold for parts.
  
He wakes to the screams
of children, but finds the fire
place cold, the house empty, and a plate
of gingerbread men, missing their heads.
Clatter
Amelia Martens
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Clatter

Amelia Martens

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