Creaky Ol’ Birch and the Estranged Wind

 

High winds, an uncommon guest in boreal forests of the north,

Like your estranged uncle Lee:

Transient and disruptively stumbling through the house.

Blown in for the Holiday without warning,

Birch family become uneasy but say nothing,

The Birches, stately, remain dutifully subdued.

Except Grandpa, who is old, and quietly mumbles about the flowing robes that Lee wears, and what’s he here for, anyhow, and why doesn’t he have a real job?

 

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