Happy holly days
hippie holy days
happy Doc Hollidays
happy dolly days
snippy doily days
snappy darling days
snappish dervish daze
sippy snappy dirges
sappy hoppy urges
happy holiday mergers
Union Station Christmas Wreath
I stand beneath this
golden Christmas wreath
to take this photograph
with my picture phone.
Now, I'm not the only one
to see it... I am not alone.
Christopher T. George
Of Time and Tidings
It's Christmas week and I am driving to a local diner
to meet an old friend; Friday's snow skulks in the gutter.
Donna's CD "Best of Christmas Cocktails" plays smoothly,
Dean Martin slurring, "Winter Wunnerland." I imagine Dino
with martini clutched in hand, and I think, "Was it then
that we began to lose Christmas -- the holiday mutating
into the sell-out that it has become -- all honesty bartered
for commercial profits?" I order bacon and eggs; Dan, retired,
walking with a cane, orders omelette with scrapple on the side
-- such a proletarian meat! We've known each other forty years,
half a lifetime; we spend time talking about all the people we've known:
aye, so many passed on, but we survive. Later, driving to the bank,
I'm singing variations on "God rest ye merry gentlemen ... God pest
ye manic mental men.... Rod invest ye gentle merrymen... God rest."
Christopher T. George
Thursday, December 23, 2010
Happy Holly Days
Posted by Christopher T. George at 11:50 AM
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