Ho, ho, ho,
I don't think so,
'Tis the season,
Nope, I'll give the reasons.
Is it Christmas
When Santa Claus is indicted for murder,
Peace and love are in the air,
But it's hidden by the ozone layer.
The Northern Star,
Sounds like a new warhead,
And as for the Three Wise Men,
They're definitely not in the White House.
The one dreaming of a White Christmas
Is your local junkie,
Even Hanukkah
Has become 8 days a week.
Merry Christmas,
But don't stress the former,
Because even the Virgin Mary
Is on the pill.
(12/84)
Ooooo ouch! LOL. Your language use is 'delicious'. 'Season's Greetings'...although quite cynical in intent, too realistic is the message. Verynice.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
What I definitely know, is that for me there's no any official holidays. I refused to follow this model of reality which has been created by some folks, not by me. So I never feel now any difference between the holiday night or any other night. For me life became a celebrity. But the difference is only in energetic level, as I can feel it now, so when it's New Year, for example, I could feel a very good vibes, as lots of people around the world sent them to Cosmos and to informational field of Earth. Maybe I got the wrong idea about your poem, as it was a little hard for me to understand it.