It's official. Thanksgiving is over, we've survived the annual mini-apocalypse that is Black Friday, and in the process of making casual conversation and grinning through forced social interactions probably gained 3 pounds, because everyone knows that a conversation with your mother's second cousin is much less awkward with a mouth full of crackers and not-quite-bite-sized cubed cheese.
With the holiday season in full swing we are all soon to be subject
to the bitterness of the winter season
sales clerks and brawling in the isles
of Target over the last box of matte red christmas tree bulbs.
In spite of all the dull and dreary
the carbon stained slush thats soon to accumulate in the streets
staining the entryway rug,
the bitterness of the cold, likely radiating from the souls of the sales clerks and icy exhalation of those corporate bastards breathing down your neck
whispering 'buy more,'
gusting at 40 miles an hour and penetrating your flimsy fleece jacket,
there is light other than that of the tacky christmas bulbs,
Sears 25% off,
and there is a warmth that will penetrate your mind, body and soul,
even if frozen solid.
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