No More Christmas

Let’s have no more songs for
the corpulent home-invader
and no more television specials
for that holiday thief,
that holy day subverter,
            perverter.
Joy for the world isn’t found
under tinseled trees,
or wrapped in patterned paper.
It was wrapped in cloths
and laid into the poverty of
a squalid cow stall.

Let’s have no more toy driven
celebrations of a fraudulent saint,
Get thee behind me, Santa.

I wrote this a few years ago(2007).  I bring it out now and then to amuse myself and others.