sometimes you get what you get.
the thing is,
this big old squooshy lollipop
gets soft when you leave it next to a window for too long.
i love the way it looks like it's leaning on its elbow,
all lazy & lollipopy,
while visions of sugarplums dance in its head.
which is where christmas really lives,
or really your heart, i guess.
the decorations don't matter,
the tree doesn't matter,
the twinkly lights don't matter.
they all make us happy, of course,
but they don't make christmas christmas.
so for all of us who are busy busy busy right now
and not with the fun stuff,
and yes, michelle, i mean you,
it's okay if the spirit ain't moving you,
and it's okay if it doesn't.
some years are just that way.
and you know what?
christmas comes anyway.