HolyDay

St. Nicholas Blood Red, sleigh night comes. Heart beating fast. St. Nicholas Blood Red, hand squeezing, slimy with joy.

New Year...

It's December. December. I can't figure out December. It's happiness. It's joy. It's the jolliest of all. It's sad to be away from loved ones. It's sad to be separate. The times of December signify the anxiety of the unknown to come.