Poem-A-Day: Day 28

It’s Beginning to Look a Lot Like Christmas

Some random chip
off the old chopping block
can’t clock cold weather coming
soon enough.
Some snuffling,
a tug at scarves and snoods,
hood strings dangling,
draping on chests and necks,
and chestnuts roasting,
toasting the open pits,
our wallets.
It’s dead and dear,
only one letter difference
as it descends
into our hearts and hearths,
warming socks,
clocks,
and chopping blocks
teeming with holiday hams.
Hamming it up
with family units,
untying, unifying,
It’s beginning to beg to differ:
who, when, where, and
why didn’t I get what I asked for?