Blogmas Day 3: A poem

Happy day three of Blogmas everyone!

Here is a short poem I wrote this past summer. I hope you enjoy. Feel free to comment below.

His Christmas

She illuminated his home with
stringed bulbs of color,
silvery tinsel like carrot-crystals,
and pine sticky
on fingers.
But when she
died, the street
died. Cotton liquefied,
candy canes
crushed, penguins deflated.
Santa, who enduringly
birthed hope by
bellowing cheer,
filed for
unemployment.
All thawed, his
Merry.