Cold Christmas

So to some
this isn`t
the ``Favorite Time of Year``

Write a poem or poems
about why it isn`t

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Xmas... again

I’m wading through the crap of crimble  
parading my phony smile  
the mince pies taste like plastic  
polluting my inner child  
 
While Santa’s abusing his reindeer  
faking snow upon the hills  
the malls are filled with zombies  
maxing their credit card bills  
 
And once again stressed families  
panic to share a meal  
Thank God it’s not that often  
the pudding and goose ordeal  
 
So as our belts begin to tighten  
and we’re stuffed with Xmas cheer  
would it not be so much nicer  
to have it every other year?

Frostbite

forced to reminisce
memories
or the absence of
coerced to fabricate
another
or the semblance of
Why does it have to be in winter?
Christmas
I thought Christ was born on March?

I'd be more enduring if it isn't for this
chill
running from my spine
up
up
up
till my eyes
cried
blocks of ice

rednose
fucking raindeers!
who said
Santa is real?
misletoe misleads
my aching heart to hope
Kiss?
no thanks!
Had my share of drunk-induced
vomit
transfer from lip-to-lip

when every touch
is biting
my skin burns
with sugar-coated
sincerity
when you remember me
only
by a greeting card
typed
unsigned
that starts with
"Dear Friend,"

then proceeds to offer
discounts
as you wish me
good tidings
when I am broke
and broken

BAH HUMFUCK!

The stockings have been hung
The dead tree has been set
The lights have been struck
But I frankly by dear,
“I don’t give flying fuck!”

Bah Humfuck!  Bah Humfuck!
I don’t give a shit!

Christmas is about gluttony and greed
Not about the birth of a Savior
The only God being worshiped
Is the great ‘Almighty Dollar’

Bah Humfuck!  Bah Humfuck!
You greedy sons-of-a-bitch!

People stampeding over each other
For a piece of plastic junk
That was made in a third world country
By some poor starving schmuck

Bah Humfuck!  Bah Humfuck!
Let the heathen run amok!

My relatives that hate each other
Can have their family get togethers
I’ll stay home all alone, by myself
And eat Campbell’s soup for supper

Bah Humfuck!  Bah Humfuck!
Go ahead and stuff your guts!

After every sip of soup I suck
I’ll take pause to stop and mutter
“Bah Humfuck to all you hypocrites
I hope that test-tube turkey you’re eating
Makes damn well good and sick!”

BAH HUMFUCK!  CHRISTMAS REALLY SUCKS!

Christmass Consumption

Somewhere in between,
 Childhood and parenthood
The strain and anxiety appeared,
The most stressful month happens during
The most wonderful time of the year.

There is something about the music,
There is a sadness underneath it all,
Maybe it’s the nostalgia of the past,
Time gone by so fast without stall.

Angry mobs maul store malls,
Wanting to get the best buys and deals,
Some treat each other like animals,
Some even during family meals.

There’s pressure to get the right gift,
Materialism seems to be new creed,
A society centered on mass consumption,
Commercialism has heightened greed.

Shoppers continue with their spending,
Credit cards maxed and bank accounts low,
Living in excess just because they can,
While others are starving in skid row.

And they say it’s the season of giving,
When a cold or hungry family is near,
They just fail to open their eyes, and why,
Because it’s the wonderful time of the year.

Oh yeah, that prayer that some pray,
“Provide to others who are in need”
Guess what fucking ignorant yuppies,
Actions is also part of that creed.

So while some are tucked away snug in their beds,
With thousands of dollars underneath a tree,
There are some who struggle to find shelter,
Wondering when their next meal will be.

It’s a harsh reality but I make no apology,
Some become more selfish as they grow old,
And if you still don’t understand the meaning,
Visit those who spend Christmas out in the cold.