On The 41st Day Of Christmas…

I spend January nights
Not taking down the Christmas lights.
February means for me
Not throwing out the Christmas tree.
In March each setting sun reveals
Untossed debris from Christmas meals.
Yuley Looney? Christmas Crazy?
Santa Ranter? Nope. Just lazy.

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