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Jimmy’s Not Here This Year

But Grandma still bedecks my holidays

The Sweetest of Dreams

Dance on an Aluminum Sleigh.

Christmas Baubles — trees and stars —

thick with Delicious Sugary Dross.

We once called this Holiday Party a Jimmy Jubilee.

But I’m reminded it’s Your Little Sister who loves those silly sprinkles.

So instead we’ll dust sugar — both Red and Green — across our Christmas Landscape.

Never perfected — but a perfect afternoon Assembly Line of Christmas Cheer.

Crumbs, frosting, Sweetness — scattered over

the Ceramic Canvas of My Floor. A random ruckus, which always makes sense.

Articles of Confection — sometimes Confederation and Collaboration, by necessity.

Grandma Vera’s always here. Even after she’s disappeared until Next Year.