Jingle Bells
Festive Hell.
Thoughtless treats and sickly eats,
Pickled brain cells and free range meats.
Buying love for another year and pretending for a holly jolly moment that it will dissipate the tears.
Decorating your halls with stolen Holly, pissing away a months worth of work in the trolley.
The glint in a child's eye burning to a cinder with the cry of no batteries included.
Manufacturers manufacture the idyllic yuletide fantasy, a snowy fraud so blatant it eclipses the winter of nature.
Angels atop pretend trees look down upon cracked crackers and Christmas dinner beatings, crying over baubles and drowning tinsel.
Santa Claus sells out, story land cottages and the smell of fresh snow replaced by stockholder Reindeer and corporate Elves.
The agony of Family diluted by Xmas alcoholism and televisual embolisms.
Religious significance and Nature's magnificence left in the back room with the children and animals.
And then it is over, another years permitted indulgence and we return to the dawn of a new year wondering whether we will last to enjoy that next Christmas cheer.
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