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Home for the Holidays
I don't, need your seasonal wishlist
You must have lost your mind
If you did think, that I would miss this
I guarantee, the sky won’t cry, off some candles unlit
Plus after Valentine’s and Halloween
It’s half-off on the chocolate
I’m home for the holidays
Though I don’t know
If I have heart to bring sunny rays
To this eerie glow
Raspberry drama
And fresh baked stress
A homemade banquet
Hard to digest
New job offers for the coming season
So if I don’t attend dinner
Please don’t yell out treason
I love you all
But I may not come back next year
Heart, two sizes too small
So I only store what is sincere
I appreciate the eleemosynary volunteers
But as for everyday consumerism
Never really been one for the holiday cheers
Or the gifts from my peers
Though I’m empathetic toward the maudlin tears
I don’t wanna make a scene and draw any attention
But the first step, in solving an issue, is prevention
So the writing, and the rhyming’s, an attempt to, just stymie
The steady advance of this tellurian invention
Despond, hovering, over holiday
Like a marshy pond’s will-o’-the-wisp
At the edge of the bluff, I sip my wine and I promenade
Only witnessed by the creatures that approach in the mist
Only, new things, in this house, are the problems
Sometimes, it takes a Samson, for the columns
I'm running in desert in search for the snow
But the wind and the dunes have been telling me no
I am clawing my way through the sand and my fingers are bleeding
But senses are telling me “Lo!”
Heart just says “Behold! You found the warmth in cold”
But I’ve yet, to see, what the future has in hold
Wine tasting in Temecula
Sipping Zinfandel
If I have blood for each Dracula
Only time will tell
What the holidays
Mean to everyone
Isn't quite the same
Know that for some souls
It's little more than shouts
And some broken plates
And for others it can feel a little bit empty
Or, simply not in cards, due to barren pantry
But whatever the reason
In the end, no vindication, is needed
For your lack of gleeful participation
Have coal, waiting under the tree
(For me)
I hold, an empty basket that says trick-or-treat
(Empty)
I blew, a couple candles out upon the menorah
So Krampus isn't the only one that is mad at me
Is that a noose or a Christmas wreath
But know, I see, how love, can be
Present, in community
All the passion, selflessness
Virtue, can yet, bloom from this
I, don't need your presents
I, don't need a dime
The, kind of gifts that I want
Are bought with sweat and time
I, don't need your chocolates
Or, your love note rhymes
I, do not care, if it is Halloween, or it is Valentine’s
I’m home for the holidays
And I don’t care
About a blood red robe or reins
Or some snow white hair
I’ve got love
And I’ve got kin
Gifts from above
Including keyboard and pen
Rather help others humans through their throes
Than find more woes under mistletoes