It’s funny the stories

that are told

when buying a wreath.

You don’t expect to hear

that you’re not good enough,

especially around the holiday.

An ego

can be so easily bruised,

while holding a wreath

in your hand.

It’s one thing to imagine

that life does have its

peculiar moments,

and then on the other hand

to know that

dodging a bullet

is a good thing

in anyone’s career.

So I bought a wreath today

from an adversary,

and I wish them

and anyone

and all of us

peace and goodwill.