Christmas Noir: Winter’s Perdition
Chestnuts roasting on an open fire…
The wind howls outside, rattling this old, drafty house.
Snow starts to fly.
Yeah, maybe somewhere chestnuts are roasting, NKC.
Me, I got a rocks glass of rye, and some cold hash to finish.
Yuletide carols, being sung by the fire…
Nothing being sung here.
Though I wouldn’t mind if that dame, Carol, dropped by.
She’d melt the icicles off ol’ Jack Frost’s nose.
Year is drawing down, not much going on.
Time to rest up, regroup.
Tiny tots with their eyes all aglow
Will find it hard to sleep tonight
Not this tot.
Winter’s perdition is here.
Tough to sleep when you don’t know who’s going to come blasting through the door.
Just wish it were Carol.
Merry Christmas to me.
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