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.
cease and desist.
Take
a deep breath, count to ten,
wish a stranger “Happy Whatever”. Amen.
[updated 12/18/2017, 8:30 am]
[updated 12/18/2017, 8:30 am]