Flannel collects and distributes
Your static, it jolts me.
Green polka dot tin held the sugar cookies
A gift to me
Eaten by you.
The prior evening, it was all I talked about.
A homemade cookie, a nice cup of tea,
Reading the Christmas greetings.
I start the kettle
Retreat slipping into cozy socks.
A crimson tea bag saturated and
Progresses, to its zinger.
I open the tin and look in flummoxed,
By the crumbs you left behind.
I was robbed by you.
A mortal sin!
You even managed to get the ribbon back on the tin?
I sigh, dumbfounded by your audacity.