Celebrated Holidays Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Celebrated Holidays



Few will stop.
From a having their priorities,
Examined to think...
To what purpose to them serve.
Especially in the midst,
Of marketed and manufactured...
Holidays celebrated.

Yet...
Before the season of Summer ends.
Anticipated is Autumn.
As children begin,
Thinking of Halloween and costumes.
With masks to wear.
Hoping for treats to be given.
Or tricks that scare to raise their hair.

Few will stop to think.
Or give a thought,
As to what Thanksgiving Day...
To them means.
But a feasting to stuff themselves,
Before impatiently praying to feast.
Questions are asked,
About the weight of a turkey.
And what a friend, neighbor or relative,
Brought for all to either drink or eat.

And as the King of The Winter season,
Called Christmas.
With gifts to wish and them to get.
Long before 'Saint Nick' arrives.
People are told what to purchase and buy.

But...
No matter what.
If people are told,
What they should do...
To protect their lives.
And the lives of others too.
Whether or not,
The holidays to celebrate is done by all.
With a simple mask to wear.
And a kept social distance to keep.
Most will throw a tantrum as if children.

Done to do with a caring less,
How blessed they should feel and believe...
Holidays celebrated to witness and receive,
Could be much more happier to live them.
If...

Selfishness accompanied by thoughtlessness,
Is dismissed and not regarded...
As an entitlement to get and to do,
What one chooses to please...
A 'normalcy' to think of themselves.
Exclusively!
Day in and out.
Month after month.
Year after year and seasons in between.

"Unconditional is love.
Shown with a caring for others.
To express this.
Put on your mask."

-Excuse me?
What are you asking? -

"Put on your mask!
That...
I did not ask."

-And...uh...
Who are you? -

"A thoughtful and concerned human being.
And you? "

-I ain't got time for your nonsense.
It's the holidays.
And I will celebrate them,
Doing it in the way I wish.
I am not one of those,
Socialist liberals.-

"Oh.
Forgive me.
I should have but did not notice it! "

Sunday, November 15, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: holidays
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