It’s beginning to look a lot like flu season, Germs in every store. Take a look in the five and ten, glistening once again, with boogers and tissues mashed in the snow. It came upon the first throat clear, that Christmas was ruined. Last Christmas, your kid got me sick. And the very next day I couldn’t get out of bed. This year, to save me from tears, I’m skipping your house altogether. I’ll be home for Christmas. You can plan on me. Please have Lysol wipes and Vitamin C under the tree. You better work out. You better wash…
Author: Keri Kelly
Keri Kelly
Keri Kelly is an award-winning author, poet, and writer. She teaches creative and comedy writing at Rowan University.