Hectic Holiday Season Trinkets and baubles and pudding-stuffed dawdles, The hectic holiday season dawns upon us. Where the days grow dark and the nights cold, Sharp prickled tree bristle clutters the abode. Adorned in tinsel and electro-light shimmer, Angels and stars over shone in their glimmer. The tot, forgot the year a blasphemer; Now marks morning on chocolate-covered calendar. Mams and grans how they fret, For they’ve to get the house in order yet. To accommodate fair-weather relatives, The family visits to mask severances. The hustle and bustle of high-street rustling, Shuffling, jotted snot-nosed snuffling. Snow-white shoppers dread dwarf-like coffers, Kept eyes peeled for piecemealed offers. Presents snatched in tuck-sorted sacks, Hastily scribbled names stuck on their backs. Popped crackers and cheese-plate platters, Malice-filled ladles from which gravy splatters. Over roasted chicken and pig that weep in their baste, Cold turkeys unbought oft go to waste. A wintery rat-race ran by perjury, Our Penance spent in gift-wrapped purgatory.
Giuseppe Gillespie – December 2021
Cover Pic: Christmas Still Life by Eloise Harriet Stannard 1886
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