Sunday, December 24, 2006


Nicholas Was...

...
older
than sin,
and his beard
could grow no whiter.
He wanted to die.

The dwarfish natives of the
Arctic caverns did not speak his
language, but conversed in their own,
twittering tongue, conducted incomprehensible
rituals, when they were not actually working in the factories.

Once every year they forced him, sobbing and protesting, into Endless
Night. During the journey he would stand near every child in the world, leave one of the dwarves' invisible gifts by its bedside. The children
slept, frozen into time.

He envied Prometheus and Loki, Sisyphus and Judas. His punishment was harsher.

Ho.

Ho.

Ho.

Posted by jack at 8:01 AM

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