Minus Two 2018 Poem by Marilyn Jean

Twenty third, grey and wet
Warming my blue sofa
Two days left before Xmas
Head broken, lying on a table
Our 4th miniature wise man
We expect to shop a bit more
Minus two, Xmas tree so young
The bird's soonon its way
Looking almost fine, I say
23rd of December arrived here
Surely, it could be sunny
Stop, look and breath slowly
Don't wonder about far so much
Patching stuff, like a ghost
Doubting all for a good while, yet
A wise man's head could be fixed
But nobody would care for now, see
The babies sit around our table
So at minus two, it is Xmas
Early here for me