Ode to the Saccharine Now the Holidays Are Here

Oh the sweet, sweet saccharine:

The slyly slippery sneaky feel of the sweet

Tangerine or the loyally predictable caramel,

Yes, the clapboard house in snow,

Yes, the sound of wedding bells,

The coy golden retriever or the fallacious feline,

Crispy white sheets and buttered toast, sublime,

Handholding in public and personalized plates,

BobHeartUDonna its not too late,

Warm chocolate cookies and cinnamon buns,

It’s late and I know it but still it lingers on,

I thought it would lessen its hold on me,

The sweet, sweet saccharine of antiquity.