wind chaps my lips, calling
for rain's accompaniment but
it is unseasonably warm and
night is sticky as mascara around
us; we will have a desert christmas.
i want an excuse to wear
a scarf and sleigh bells, humming
about the white christmas i've
never known and the heart
i've never given away. instead
i melt into textbooks, shiver
in the shadow of exams. still,
we light the advent candles and
a drizzle of plastic stars hang from the eaves.