Thursday, December 22, 2011

A Poem For Christmas


Will Santa Ever Die?

Perhaps he did,
so the spirit of Christmas really is
the Spirit of Christmas,
see-through as a red negligee,
the chimney his dark portal back
to the world of the insatiable.

It’s true, children,
you should stay asleep
because his apparition acts
as an X-ray through the wrapping,
and when St. Nick kneels
before the crèche you can spy
the toy baby’s tiny skull.

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