A Holiday Poem

Black Friday, Cyber Mon, and now the shop until you drop sales season begins:
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To Hell With Christmas

It’s holiday time in America
Hannuka and Christmas be dammed.
We’re stampeding Walmart and Target,
Our SUVs will be crammed.
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Is this what Jesus was born for,
People killed for midnight sales?
Socks or an I-Pod at half price –
Spend, spend, spend, still prevails.
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This year the greed is for bargains.
Even Santa’s got into the act.
He sold his soul for cheap flat screens.
His partner, the devil’s, out back.
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So come on Dancer and come on Blitzen
Trample the crèche on the lawn.
Don’t matter how we got it
As long as it’s 75% off at dawn!

Nostalgic November

A cold draft slips under the front door
Reminding me of that old house up north.
The leaves, by now, would have fallen
Frost would be on the pumpkin
And the garden put to sleep for another year.
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Last Sunday time was turned back
On the clocks but also in my mind.
Back to the days when Novembers
Heralded the first snow storm
And nights were filled with chimney smoke.
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I walk a different path, live in a different house
Drive a different car in this 21st century.
Thanksgiving is around the corner,
The friends at whose table I once ate
Are now long gone.
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The Novembers pass, time ebbs and flows.
Memories of what once was and will never be again
Are captured in the photo album of my life.
I watch the sunset brilliantly color the sky.
The same this evening as in those evenings long ago.

Fall Fantasies

In dreams of orange hues
I travel back with you.
Winding roads with yellow
The trips were always mellow.
Mountains standing high
“Vista, vista!” you would cry.
Each Fall was a delight
Leaves sparkling in sunlight.
Breath of frost
On the air.
We rode on and on
Without a care.
From dreams of leaves blood red
I awaken…and remember that you are dead.