I love Christmas, I really do.

12 days of fun.

A seasonal vortex of spinning baubles and a lack of rules.

Even the homeless wear a frozen smile.

Christmas tree cast-offs become....

Cinematic cutaways from front-room majesty to street-side travesty.

Bushy bum's bucket free still look jolly and rotund.

From bedazzle and bedecked to bedrazzled and wrecked.

Splendor slipped and awaits the tip.

Promise fell like star struck glitter from the New Year fairy.

They aren't smiling anymore. It was nice when people smiled.