Daily Archives: December 22, 2013

This is a note to tell you
that Wall Street has taken away
the things I really needed:
my workshop, my reindeer, my sleigh.

I now make my rounds on a jackass;
he’s old and crippled and slow.
So, if you don’t see me come Christmas,
I’ll be out on my ass in the snow.

Santa mounts a new challenge.

[Editor’s note: original appeared in Dec. 2012, but brought back because it still applies. And because I can.]