Descending December     December whose
guts got it bad     Bad more or less measurable
by degrees     Degrees not necessarily
historic     Historic tinges of sadness     Sad
statues stud the park     Park means kissing or
maybe more     More kleenex stuck to yellow lines
in parking lot     Lots of hysterics history
washes away     Away in a manger
leave the heater running     Running away
from how sickly seem all growing
things     Things forever trickle nostalgia
down     Down endless descents of December