Lizard in December
A Lizard in December
I saw a lizard in December, friends:
My disappointment goes too deep to tell.
My love for creeping creatures never ends—
As those of you who know me know too well.
But in December? That’s a real hard sell.
A lizard needs a temperature too high.
I guess I’m back in California hell.
Now I am one resentful Lockport guy.
When I was young, I never had to try
To feel the advent of the holiday.
The snow, as I recall, rose up chest high.
On Christmas Eve, I’d shovel half the day.
Now reptiles mock my loss cold-bloodedly:
That lizard grinned as he blinked up at me.