Christmas is an empty thing

by on December 24, 2017 :: 0 comments

(with thanks to Irving Berlin)

The season ‘tis!
The reason is
Anybody’s guess
This yuletide mess
Is a neon Noel
Market place hell
It’s an empty shell
With no content or core
Lights strung
Jingles sung
Libations poured
Meaning muddled
Paganized for some
Who think it should be pure
The rest of us aren’t sure
This annual affliction
Our sad predilection
For routine capitulations
Of spontaneity
This spell
Of greed and gaiety
This contrived community
Of givers on the take
This holiday break
To stimulate and validate
The market prerogative
“No interest for 90 days”
An interesting immersion
In commercial collusion
To propagate the illusion
That all is calm, all is bright
A negligible credit risk
To make giving good
Good for business
Good for nothing
If not good cheer
With good will to all
Good gracious, god in heaven!
Good night!

Christmas should be white!
White, like nothing!
White, like emptiness
Waiting to be filled.

Rip away wrap and ribbon
Take off top and tilt to side
Shake it out
To spill on floor
Leave no more
The stuff which stifles your
Peace
Your presence
Your possibilities

Yes,
Christmas should be white!

Empty with anticipation
Hollow, but hopeful
A happy readiness
A welcoming wait-fulness
Waiting for you to fill it
With your
Colors
And company
And consequence
And dreams…

I’m dreaming of a white Christmas
Just like the ones I used to know…
May your days be merry and bright,
And may all your Christmases
Be white.

editors note: Thanks to MH for shinin' a fine yuletide light on the righteousness of divine whitenesses! ("Hey Siri, play Bing's 'White Christmas'"...) ~ Johnny Olson

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