Unschmackhaft - Poem by Francis Santaquilani
Santa is in the creche!
Cradling baby Jesus
In his mittens.
Mary and Joseph seem
Grateful for the break.
Fiber optic angels?
On a shelf.
Germans, in the states on business,
Snicker at the chocolates.
'Billigkeit' and 'unschmackhaft'
are the words I thought I overheard.
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