Winter vacation in Vegas, I saw a blonde woman
wearing a burgundy velvet fur-trimmed Mrs. Clause outfit
crooning “I’m dreaming of a white Christmas” outside,
cacti draped in Christmas lights, tinsel necklaces,
and fluffy cotton “snow” while the crowd watched
in shorts and sandals, for it was 72 degrees and sunny.
It dawned on me how funny it is, the way
we haul heavy vines of tradition and graft them
in new climates to grow strange plants.
Written for dVerse