CHRISTMAS POEM

It is a month till Christmas night.
Now is the time to start the fight
To settle whether we should be
Still saying, “It’s a Christmas tree”.

It is the most important thing.
Until we know, sleigh bells won’t ring;
And Santa in the north is stuck
Frustrated, screaming “What’s this muck?”

We’re really such a stupid lot
To get our shorts in such a knot.
A symbol yes; not for God’s sake
But of commercial give and take!

Perhaps though that’s the reason why
We cherish this motive to buy.
It’s not the threat no carols we’ll sing;
But registers that will not ring.

Ho yes we must protect that sound.
So place “the tree” on hollowed ground,
Not to prevent religious strife
But to protect our way of life.

We need to spend and spend and spend;
For if we don’t our life will end.
The shopping hordes we can’t avoid.
We shop trying to fill the void.

I haven’t posted in awhile cuz I 've been working my butt off at my new job(s) and haven’t had the time to socialize on-line – been so long in fact that ILP has been off my mind for a few weeks now bur just now had ILP enter my thoughts and decided to log-in and see what’s been going on since I last posted. B/c of its timely title and that it was by DEB, I clicked on this one first and have to say I’m on his wavelength. I have a rahter cynical sobriquet for this time of year that combines the names of the three major holidays into a comical frankenholiday that highlights the ridiculously commercialized nature of this time of year: Hollow-Mass-Giving.

–lhw AKA: The Straight-faced Clown – AKA:M.C. Tape-Hiss

Tis the season to recycle.