Classic Christmas

Oh lord what passes for Christmas anymore?
it aint got that spirit that knocks you out like fire
and makes you open to good fortune
whatever that is. You tramp through the snow
As though Chopin personally chilled the sky with his nocturnes.
The overpriced coffee almost makes the stinging chill
worth it. With that new reference book you’ll find out
which frogs are poisonous and how long did Henry the Eighth
reign for anyway? Then you slot it in between a travellogue
and a hardback collection of Dickens. What about a time when
neighbours showed up like they were made of plastic
and shivered at the notion that you might know about their orgies.
What a treat to know that your fathers wages went to something useless
again this year, but he’s drunk now and a new year is coming.
Maybe this will be the year that he leaves us for the Bahamas.
Oh how he wishes.