Hemlocked Heart

In this yuletide I am numb,
Today, my feelings have hid
In Kris Kringle sugar plum
Dances, and red candy tin lids

Drenched in molten caramel,
A-frame glue, never ever did
Fallen strawberry gum drops
Melt into syrup lakes so humid

A simple dusting of doubt
Coating the goop left behind
And I’m left alone, drifting afloat
My dilapidated gingerbread mind