lights
dear fellow wilding
if you’ve kept the mirror that proves something
feed the Christmas tree
santa, the red fat man
passes vanilla candy
over the burgundy-
and white-striped
tree-skirt
ask him where
the clove-peppered oranges
the orange pomanders
peppermint sticks for the children
we’ll put icing on the children’s faces
it will be great
I’ve bought you a gift
star anise for your wedding