Xmas Factor

Christmas. The mingle of jingle and mince

Meat-- tinsel lining pine, that’s nature

All spruced up, looking for a good time

(wink wink).

Garish lights depict between the momentary

Flicker, a yellow Santa, and just two dear old

Prancer’s with silly collars.

It really is pure, distilled,

Ridiculousness.

Like the old mans whisky.

Number sixty three on the list

Of Yule tide indulgencies,

After the paper hat that makes

Of Republicans Kings,

And Doctors into Jokers

Armed to the teeth

With little slips of cringe.

The crackers are for cheese

So please, please pull abruptly.

I dare say that this is all there is now-

But it started way back when

Some kid, baked on a bed of finest straw

Was born, blinded by an overbearing star

(he’ll go far)

He ended up sunning it on Calvary

A hill, as cracked up as a chocolate egg,

Near where the bunnies ran free.

But back to Xmas, a kind of rash,

Where the tearing of wrapped tat

Plays like a symphony of greed, disappointment,

And rare but quite wonderful, satisfaction.

Calories that could fuel rocket ships

All starting with finger foods and festive dips

Begins an inverse fast, great gorges, grander

Than the grandest of canyons seen.

It’s the best of the year, a thumbs up to cold,

Where winter, is so short with me.

Ah yes the snow dies, before it hit’s the ground.

No white momentum- but still, its nice to see.