X-mas whimsy


Giant Christmas-festooned tree,
Little children in Brownian motion, running free,
Showing us the simple magic we'd forgotten how to see.

It's December,
With presents and grudges to remember,
And I choose to rhyme this with "distemper"

Saccharine singing of holy carols,
Alcohol flowing by the barrels,
and another season flits by, added to blurry annals.

I can see the star,
What it means, from afar,
And while you seek heaven beyond,
the pale of this mortal pond,
Eviscerate your memory,
Making it here is no blasphemy,
Jump, run, laugh, find the child,
Is that your number that I dialled?