Ladders.

I walk under
burning ladders
because
climbing them
is impossible.
They would
turn to
ash.

- - -

I've written nothing even remotely related to Christmas. Sorry. :)

I guess it's mostly because of how surrounded and suffocated I feel by it. It's crazy-- this is a crazy time of year. My writing is my escape, and right now, I'm escaping from good old Saint Nick.

The one biggest thing I've found out about working at a pet store is how crazy people are about their pets. Especially round this time of year: it's easily our busiest time. What, is everyone stuffing a stocking for their dog?