I am a lifetime learner, Navy veteran, writer, poet, artist, and occultist who has been diagnosed with schizophrenia. Merch coming soon 🔥
Santa’s Time Machine Santa crashes through the ceiling, wearing a bowtie made of socks, A reindeer-shaped clock melts on the mantlepiece— Mistletoe screams in the corner, holding a glass of eggnog. The moon doesn’t care, it is elsewhere, buried in the snowman’s arms, Frosty’s hat spinning on a dime as tinsel twirls into oblivion. The air crackles with laughter, each snowflake a secret whispered from the past, while candy canes dance to a tune only the elves can hear. Time bends like a ribbon, wrapping around the whispers of wishes, tangled in the glow of fading lights. Elves peek from the shadows, their eyes twinkling like stars, juggling memories, tossing them into the air, where they burst into laughter— a confetti of yesterdays. The fireplace crackles, a storyteller, spitting out tales of midnight rides, and the scent of pine fills the room, each breath a journey. Santa winks, his laughter echoing through dimensions, as he gathers the threads of time, stitching together moments, weaving joy into the fabric of now. In this chaotic tapestry, the magic of the season unfurls, and we, the dreamers, stand at the edge, ready to leap into the warmth of tomorrow.
