They called the strip Christmas
because they wanted the barren place to have a generous spirit.
It did not.

You walked far enough along into either of the lands connected by the isthmus,
and you got to fertile areas
but the actual rock that brought them together
was little but stone and some moss.

At least the moss looked a little festive,
if slimy.

At the right time of year,
they tried to light the isthmus.
It was not a successful practice.
The fires were washed away,
as were the electrics that replaced them.

It made the locals in the area
begin to question their god,
which, secretly, was all right with Jesus,
who preferred a more selective clientele,
who thought about their patron a little more carefully.

That’s probably a different topic, though.
Less about isthmuses.