Each year the rush and crush
Gotta hoard, gotta hoard
I’ll be dead if I ain’t got bread
With all the trimmings
On Christmas day in the morning.
November’s dark and I must hark,
Gotta light, make it bright,
I’ll be dour if I ain’t got power
For inflatable joy
On a November day in the morning
Jesus is dead, Santa’s coke red
Riding the crest, buying the best
Scrooge is my name for not playing the game
With tinsel for brain
On a seasonal holiday in the morning
The relatives come, the turkey’s well done
Bow to the east as we gorge on a feast
Always the fear to be poor for the year
But I’m festive
At the turn of the year in the morning
Happiness complete, stomach replete
Calories downed with ne’er a frown
Praise to the Lord for my ill conceived hoard
Thanking God that it’s done
(Apart from one stale, sticky bun)
I’ve survived till the next dawning sun
A contest entry
- What is the Joy of Christmas time? by Belladonna De McHow.
750 points, ended January 9, 10 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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I clicked on your name with the hope to find a Christmas poem, and here it is!
Man, I've been talking with Yem about what the subject of your poem. It seems that a turkey and fois gras took over the place of Jesus in the Christmas picture.
Never understood why so many people relate lots of food with Christmas. Should be more about feeding the spirit, but doubt they care about it when they are busy burping
So nice to see you in action again! Great usage of humour, it's good when we can laugh, it stops us from getting mad.
Welcome back!
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