An Unopen Letter to Christmas... I

When Shadows,

       Fall upon the threshold as the strangely dim twilight appears to alter time, slowing amidst recognition of beauty trapped in the moment, smile and know for certain that the blanket of life’s misalignment is not misfortune, but a random no second happens again so grasp it by the horns and wrestle that bull of a demon with a vermilion red flag cloaked about your neck! Own every tick of the changing clock, not for carpe diem, but for the survival of a smile…

In earnest anticipation of,