The poet spent a recent Christmas holed up and cackling like a hen while writing this, um, slightly bent series…😆

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Recorded Reading (0:45): https://www.dropbox.com/scl/fi/8mljejwvh3uxn49vqawhw/I-Heard-Mommy-Dissin-Santa-Claus.m4a?rlkey=ewo0j1ch835cgeqawadk0f1ik&dl=0

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I Heard Mommy Dissin’ Santa Clause

I heard Mommy dissin’ Santa Claus
On her telephone real late last night

She was thorough when she dissed:
Said he doesn’t even exist

If I thought she was serious
I’d have had a serious fright

Yes, I heard Mommy dissin’ Santa Claus
Actin’ like she wasn’t actin’ bad

I don’t think her I trust
And tomorrow I’m sure I must
Run the whole thing by my dear — old — Dad!

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Homeless until removal of the stalker/targeter/vandal/arsonist following her allows her to approach any landlord ~ even for a private parking space ~ this poet presently lives under perpetual threat of towing with all possessions should her 23-year-old van stop running for any reason.

She is badly in need of a modest reserve with which to field any emergency which might occur.

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Thank you for reading, and may your holidays be happy ones.

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