There’s no such thing as Christmas (a poem)

A slightly bitter meditation on modern Xmas. I actually don’t mind Xmas—under the right conditions…

There’s no such thing as Christmas
they made the whole thing up
to sell more trees
to get the heathens to believe
to drink from the sacred cup

There’s no such thing as Christmas
I can’t stress this enough
it’s all a scam
to sell romance and ham
to pretend things aren’t so tough

There’s no such thing as Christmas
at least, not at my house
I get up alone
and go to bed alone
that’s how it is at my house

(25 December 2014)