Christmas Stealing
I can’t help myself.
Passion commands my common sense;
and rather uncommonly, I march on
boldly . . .
well, sometimes boldly, sometimes covertly.
A little of this, a little of that–
who would notice, really.
These little mountain shops decked out for Christmas,
so bursting full of Christmas merry,
surely it is not against the law to steal just a few of their pretty souls
and hide them in my little black Canon.
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