Is It Over?

And why does everyone keep wishing
me a Merry Christmas?

The first time was nice . . .
the second and third made me feel like:

"Ehem. 'Merry Christmas.'
Ehem, Squirrleymojo, you should, ehem,
stop posting you know. I mean, it's Christmas and all.
We all have lives.
Oh, oh, and I'm sure you do too.

It's just that we, ehem,
have, uh, Christmas stuff to do now.
With real people.

Not that we don't love you but,
ehem,
'Merry Christmas' (wink wink nod nod)."

Then I just realized that I've misinterpretted--
you keep replying "Merry Christmas"
because you keep checking your blog,
your blog circles, your blog dramas too.
You, my friends, are sneaking quick nervous peeks--
jotting snippets of thoughts,
trying to snatch at normalcy
amid all the red and green just as much as I . . .