Christmas Ball Poem

You loaf like a deer in a medicine cabinet.
You get groggy and wobble with the maximum thrills.
You are in a booming city made of metal and yarn.
Go get the box of flash and read it to me.
Blow sax machines into the bright new oblivion.
Skate in the woods on the frozen lake.
Eat gingerbread, and eagles; and pout.
You have big baby status among smaller babies.
The roof is collapsing from sugar and punks.
All I have to do is whistle and the wreath
starts shedding. Settle in for the duration
of claustrophobic winter chills and wind.
You can see sparkles where once stood a dull formation.
You may now lick lemon jelly from the tip
of santa's hat. Do justice to the mighty,
serve treats to the passengers,
and light up, and lighter.