Somebody threw a "Piss on Christmas" at me
Solstice Sunday afternoon for me is
The Long Dark Teatime of the Soul
Solstice
Christmas
Auld Lang Zyne
On a good chunk of this planet
this is the time when being alone
means flirting with death itself
no matter the LED bling
or thin illusions of connections
Jacob rattles
Bob watches
Indra feels every heartbeat
and, if the only stars we see
are fake atop a storefront tree
...
I heard a woman in the mall the other day, she had 2 little ones, a stroller, and a cell phone, she was tired, and happy - she said to the older, about three, "Oh, honey, don't eat the plastic!", and she sounded so much like a Best Friend with Good Advice, and the little girl pulled it out and held it up and cocked her head (pigtails), waiting...
I bought gloves
The mall smelled awful, like a perfume explosion shot through with the decay of shrubbery and hot glue - most people were frenetic, talking on cells - some not very Christmassy, either - woo - this time of year seemsto bring out the best and the beast in so many - it's confusing to be a Christian, it didn't work for me so I quit but, even so, the messages and the implementation of them seem to make a lot of people behave in odd ways around Advent - maybe we all just need a nap.
Back in the Day when you slept with your family under a pile of blankets, or die, and the winter was dead set against you - at the time when winter seemed darkest, a star, a child, a miracle.
Everything is so quick now, we just haven't learned to separate the myth from the ritual, both are lovely in their way but, taken together as an obligatory (and annual) rite of passage they seem to have become more than what anyone wanted, and less than they truly mean.
Piss on Christmas? Nah - it's a time when people try a little extra hard to be sweet to one another, and that's something.
The Long Dark Teatime of the Soul
Solstice
Christmas
Auld Lang Zyne
On a good chunk of this planet
this is the time when being alone
means flirting with death itself
no matter the LED bling
or thin illusions of connections
Jacob rattles
Bob watches
Indra feels every heartbeat
and, if the only stars we see
are fake atop a storefront tree
...
I heard a woman in the mall the other day, she had 2 little ones, a stroller, and a cell phone, she was tired, and happy - she said to the older, about three, "Oh, honey, don't eat the plastic!", and she sounded so much like a Best Friend with Good Advice, and the little girl pulled it out and held it up and cocked her head (pigtails), waiting...
I bought gloves
The mall smelled awful, like a perfume explosion shot through with the decay of shrubbery and hot glue - most people were frenetic, talking on cells - some not very Christmassy, either - woo - this time of year seemsto bring out the best and the beast in so many - it's confusing to be a Christian, it didn't work for me so I quit but, even so, the messages and the implementation of them seem to make a lot of people behave in odd ways around Advent - maybe we all just need a nap.
Back in the Day when you slept with your family under a pile of blankets, or die, and the winter was dead set against you - at the time when winter seemed darkest, a star, a child, a miracle.
Everything is so quick now, we just haven't learned to separate the myth from the ritual, both are lovely in their way but, taken together as an obligatory (and annual) rite of passage they seem to have become more than what anyone wanted, and less than they truly mean.
Piss on Christmas? Nah - it's a time when people try a little extra hard to be sweet to one another, and that's something.
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