I love my brother. And I’d like to spend
some time with him – we’ve been too long apart.
December on his farm has charm – we tend
to early coffee chat and afternoons
in chill and crispy air. I’d have to spend
ten hours, though, in getting there and back.
I’d have to let the dogs and wives offend.
I’d have to bear the air bed’s lumpy fart.
This Christmas trip I just can’t recommend.