Christmas is upon us
gobbling cheese logs
fruitcake and wide-eyed
villagers indiscriminately.
The ravenous beast
hovers drooling over
the watchful winterside
waiting for booze.
If you approach
carefully, with
flagons of booze,
Ho! Ho! Ho! hangover.
Christmas is upon us
once again. It is not
astonishing; we were
warned. Sing “Ho”.
It hovers over us
bug-eyed, gobbling
candies and villagers,
indiscriminately. Sing “Ho”.
Bring out the fruit
cakes of appeasement
the tinsel of contrition
and the booze. Sing “Ho”.
[Thanks to Ernie Spiller for the idea.]
falling snow
scurries over us
like dawn
after planetfall
everybody giggles
like a kid
with a fresh haircut
fluffy snow
mutes and softens
dazzles day’s light
lightens winter’s early dark
a cooing talcumed baby
a new song
a tempting blank page
[revised Dec 18, 2007]
