ayaladn

hang one

candycane

on a tree

& we’ll see

whether

anyone

wants to

get it off

if only

to wind

clockwise

or mind

I said

it writhes

pfeffernusse

or rumballs,

or oranges

o’er coal, pfft,

for the cold

sm elf shoes,

some 1 falls

& no-1 recalls

where is, as

a drift as

stuck-in is

to misplace

candy cane

so it breaks

1 little green guy

never says heigh

only ho ho ho

like an echo

wrapping its way

’round the sleigh

a little too tight

‘thru the night

anyway it fits

a spatial regift

& he clips

a short list’n

to footprints

whose glisten

often eye

the manual

house to

formal bow

as how do

how’s from,

low roof

and flat-

land land,

at last

free hand

and knot

let go

after all

really suppose

every 1 those

is nicer than

none at all

decidedly

ever since

every time

read as if

skip it you

hold on once

or as twice

so tight

enter if

so ‘all is good’