On occasion I'll imagine
Our Christmas together
in stop-motion animation
In muted yet entrancing colors
And awkward, jerky movements
As if designed to imitate
The toddlers who fall in love
With Rudolph and Santa and Happy
And less so the Burgermeister Meisterburger
I was one of those
So sometimes my dreams drift to
The Ani-magical
The dogs become the reindeer or woodland creatures
Or Topper the Penguin
Or Nestor the Long-Eared Christmas Donkey
(Don't tell Atlanta)
There, when you give the dogs a treat
I see Jessica Claus giving the reindeer the magic corn
And, I mean, it probably doesn't take too much imagination
To see me as the Bumble
When I place the tree topper on our fir
There's a gentleness in this Ani-magical bubble
It keeps us safe from all of the Misers
Heat, Snow . . . Work, Money, Racism
And so on
I know we can't stay here
Even Abed realized that
But for as long as we can
--And I'm paraphrasing myself here--
We'll have a Rankin Christmas
And our New Year will kick Bass
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