Edward Iacona

(August 27,1948 / Brooklyn, New York)

Dreck The Halls


It's that time of year again
When many folks ruminate
All about the holiday season
And the desire to decorate.

There's so much to choose from
And it can become highly debatable;
To light the yard bright with new LED's
Or buy the latest lawn inflatable.

'The holiday season starts too early'
One hears that retail rant on and on
But, by the first week of December
Most of the décor items are gone.

'MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE! '
The glaring homes will wish you.
There are no rules for style here
So, using good taste is not an issue.

Holiday decorating time is here
One can love it or tolerate it.
And with decorations 'Made In China'
We can over celebrate it.

Submitted: Friday, December 07, 2012
Edited: Saturday, December 08, 2012

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Decorating a home on steroids....

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DRECK THE HALLS
Edward Iacona

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