a poem by Roger B Rueda
is a huge baked ham, a proper dinner
with roast pork and bread sauce,
big wicker baskets
filled with apples, oranges,
and grapes.
It is no prayer.
It is psychological – never
spiritual nor devotional.
Yes, it is Psy blaring far and wide.
It is bangers all over.
It is Father Christmas.
It is iPhone 5 or Galaxy Note 2.
It is throwing a huge party,
huge platters of lasagne, and
buckets of Chickenjoy.
It is presents to wrap,
a Christmas tree to decorate
and carol singers at the door.
It is bottles of Happiness.
It is having quite
a good range of beers
or gins or red wines.
It is a huge shopping rush.
It is family reunions.
It is no Christ – Merry Mas, everyone!
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