Jolly by Golly

There is Xmas, then there is Xmas—
each birthed from differences
and responsibilities.

Earth pounds beneath you to love
like this you must be punished
to appreciate hurting this way.

Two thousand odd years—
whose logic is this?

Winter comes, oils your skin,
and maybe it would come without Xmas,
but you are afraid what would happen
without you.

Besides, living is necessary. It keeps things
as they should be.