#achristmascarol
Christmas past
is always framed
with melancholic gilt
though its broad strokes show
no love held is ever truly lost
Christmas present
as the Polaroid is shook
takes time to reveal itself
best when pressed in the pages
of the whole story
Christmas future’s binary
seems pixel cold, clinical,
bed-ridden fears looming
but, my dears, don’t fret:
we’ll get what we deserve
Dec 24, 2021
Dec 24, 2021 at 5:48 AM UTC
Why am I waking up now?
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCM)
"A Christmas Carol's" been plaguing for intents
The season since the nineteenth cent'ry'd hail
That crucifixion of the kindest' tale,
With strains a waltzing in the other thence,
"The Nutcracker" a mystry whose pretense
Of joy falls flat likeas the first's detail,
If one look closely. Tout the lie as bail
And sing the carols door to door for sense.
We learned the darker aspect of as twere
This highest hol'day of the year which'd woo,
Oer thirty years 'go. With naught left but's poor,
Why do I wish all well with season's cue?
Am I confused? Why deck the halls, bestir
Lit tree, and eggnog? LORD, save me, won't You?
20Dec25b
Dec 25, 2025
Dec 25, 2025 at 1:08 PM UTC