a special kind of miser,
i detest christmas
and on the feast of saint nicholas
mention neither wenceslas nor little baby jesus.
for me the plaintive note of silent night
is cause for inter-racial fight
heralding the joyful and triumphant:
of the intolerant and pompous.
had your fill of gloria and all those bells ?
and long to put end to all noels ?
then through gritted teeth,
wish the atheist in you
a merry christmas.
away in a manger ?
i place every shepherd in clear and present danger………..
with sharpshooters drawn from the blessed angels:
the wounded get finished off with myrrh and incense.
in all this misery and mayhem,
a bleak midwinter to you in the deserted village