twenty-seven.

this: last new years eve...
if you believe the Mayans
you're an idiot.

twenty-six.

another haiku
on random observations
pointless like the rest

twenty-five.

where everything stops
and you pull into focus
here swinging freely

twenty-four.

waking up today...
...dont know what i expected
but this isn't it.

twenty-three

it's not just buttons
i like my sewing machine
for mending these clothes

twenty-two.

surviving the day
on this crazy holiday
family is worth it.

twenty-one.

after all these years
why did santa hang himself
on christmas morning

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My folks are crazy about christmas. They love it. They go all out and usually are so excited that they don't take the time to take all of the decorations down until its time to decorate the next year for the same holiday. There is always a good handful of decorations up all year round. Usually what get's left up are the various elaborate displays of Department 56 Dickens Village houses. If you're unfamiliar they're miniature houses that light up. My folks usually cover their baby grand piano (the same one my blog How to Kill a Piano is based on), their up right piano, and various other locations of their house in them. In short they would never intentionally do something like this and I'm sure where just trying to "christmas up" the fan with a little "holiday cheer."
My father in particular takes christmas very seriously...not in the religious sense but embraces the image of Santa Clause; going as far to grow himself a natural Santa Clause beard and fattening himself up for the role. Growing up in this sort of 24/7 holiday environment Christmas has always held a special place in my heart, one I tend to grumble about playfully. So you can imagine how waking on the couch and seeing this image made a wonderful start to what hopefully will be an enjoyable day with family.
Once the rest of the household wakes up and my five and three year old nieces arrive for a family breakfast and gift exchange I'm sure someone else must surely will realize santa must have had a bad night and save him from this interesting predicament...in the mean time Happy Holidays everyone.

twenty. (snow)

the road is icy
it's not like a tire swing
spinning in control

nineteen.

help me grow backwards
with the sand between my toes
growing up's no fun

eighteen

holiday lights hang
like icicles from rooftops
this early morning

seventeen

i hope you're happy
because you deserve the best
here my heart stands still

sixteen

i saw you last night

your eyes looked so beautiful

i wish we had danced

fifteen.

a dwindling thought
this is how most movies end
a slow fade away

fourteen.

you've grown up quickly

pouncing around my footsteps

i love you so much

thirteen.

sometimes i get sad
then i think about my cat

and everything's fine

twelve.

inside three short lines
sometimes haiku's frustrate me
length shouldn't matter.

eleven.

this spring is not ours
The rain falling should be snow
global warming sucks

ten.

you are infectious
our words are entangling
reading side by side

nine.

not a day goes by
that I haven't thought of you
i miss you, dearly

eight.

sunday's residue
drips beneath my fingernails
like chips of dried paint.

seven.

your text messaging
lacks the eloquence of voice

please phone me instead

six

insomnia nights
bring caffeinated daydreams

inside cups of tea

five.

as the sun rises
my fingers have lost traction
I have lost my voice

four.

i feel electric
when you trace my eyes with yours
safe in this button

three.

this mess i call hair
the antennas to my mind
extends past my ears

two.

bubble wrap can be
appropriately static

until jumped upon.

one.

inside infinite
we shall have second-less hours

why bother to count?