This Christmas

Dashing thru the snow… It was more like I was running. Ran over, around, and even thru the snow, but still they were coming. This Christmas was supposed to be different; in retrospect, that is the way it has turned out. Have traveled the miles that encompass half of a major city’s blocks, but resting or taking a breath is something I would have to do without! Fatigue and delirium were winning against my tenacity, so finally and reluctantly, I gave my escape a momentary pause. Saw the elves appear in the near distance, so I renewed my sprinter’s marathon. Could never let them catch me because this Christmas was the Christmas, I finally murdered Santa Claus!

 - by the Greatest Poet Alive