Okay, I like it. But the line breaks in the last stanza are a little off. Maybe that was intended, but the drop/Dead says "nyar" at me. I don't know why it "nyared" but it "nyared". *But gods knows Elliot never paid attention to line breaks...But I like the "you're saying I have to/STOP TAKING EVERYTHING FOR GRANTED." And I'm pleased with the fig lang with snowflakes, and swirling. Go Lissa! ps. this one thing i got from this one guy we both like on fic press was something i thought that you had written so i went on and on talking about how "i know you so well, especially how your mom would become real all over the walls if she read this" or something like that. I hope he understands I didn't know it was him, which was stupid, and that I'm not like, stalking him because sayin "i know you so well" is kinda creepy. Oh well. Love ya!

Ohohhoho, I like this. The imagery is totally rockin. I likes the first two stanzas especially. I like the topic too. I know I try not to take anything for granted. Plus this reminds me that I should be writing some kind of Christmas fic. I don't even celebrate the holiday but everyone else's doing it. And besides, my characters seem to live in some extremely vague country with no apparent traditions. Or something, but I'm ranting now. Wonderful poem. And Merry December(because I really don't know what day xmas is) I have homework. Ugg.