Poem: A December Day

December Day The air is crisp, cold and clean. My breath sparkles in its grasp like fairydust. I feel like a fairytale’s dragon.   The darkness cloaks the clouds, Choking out any lasting glimmers of light, As the sun sets low in the Winter sky.   The trees look fragile. Their vulnerability exposed, By the…

Best and Worst Christmas Decorated Offices

What’s going on here? Bunch of Scrooges. Cute. Which way is up? Christmas or taxidermy? OK. Yaaassss, picture + frame combo. I’m not going in. You can’t make me. Someone has too much time on their hands, obviously. Perfect. Haha love this. Does your workplace match any of these above?