Monday, December 18, 2017

No. 228: The War On Nonsense (Happy Holidaze)

The original day to “celebrate”
the coming of darkness and cold
was not Hanukkah, Kwanzaa, or Christmas,
but something other I'm told.

Preparing for winter
ancient ancestor pagans
refurbished and brushed off
their warm furry leggings.
Thinking of scarcities,
meals to be missed,
they sat by their fire
and cussed Winter Solstice.

Today some insist
THEIR holiday's dissed.
Pass the brandy I say
let's get properly pissed.
You hanker for anger
but you must resist.
For the good of the neighborhood, 
cease and desist.
Take a deep breath, count to ten,
wish a stranger “Happy Whatever”. Amen.

[updated 12/18/2017, 8:30 am]