Scritch Scritch

The post-beard me. I wonder how long til my nose freezes?

Santa Claus was round
and red about the middle
white beard flowing
over straining buttons
held up by the joy
he brought.

I am no Santa
just an elder geek
white beard flowing
into my left ear
pushing my glasses
askew as I walk.

Beards are itchy
but necessary
I thought
at 20 below
until I scratch
my chin raw.

And grab the razor…

ml’25

(or maybe it was my ego watching children at the mall calling me Santa. Below is my usual Winter look…)

ready for winter?

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