Longer
Are the 24 hours of daylight
of which all hope
can be soon found
never again treated
like a doorbuster prize
Well-advertised
the only fanciness
stares back in the shiny
wrapping it possesses
Encompassed hands
never do move
As if frozen
Yet all else is carefree
Even Santa doth winks
at full-fed twinks
And drinks are spilled
as portals are then filled
Within the merriment of glee
Peace be with thee
To get closer
does He then see
the poser can no longer be
Still rules
broken by fools
wade childishly in pools
that laugh and smile
with all invitations on file
No expiration date
And Return to Sender as Fate
No Postage Required
Just your Will desired
Meeting the stamp of approval
Like a squirrel
earns points for accrual
Longer
are days that always last
everywhere and
out there
to share
strutting confidently
and oblivious to the past
Talking about this subject puts a smile on my face!