February 10, 2011
To my neighbors with their Christmas Wreaths still on the front door….”I feel ya!”….
Too harried to get the chores done…
Too exhausted to remember the Holidays just days past….
Too locked into the present crisis to bother…
Or…..could you still be waiting for Santa?
Basking in the echoes of Carols?
Still kneeling in adoration at the manger of Bethlehem?
In counter cultural rebellion do you insist that Christmas is a yearlong intention to worship the incarnate divinity?
As the wreaths degrade to dust, their plastic gathering grime, and their colors fading, will they sentinel your fortress until the Visa is paid off?
I, an agent of suburban angst, a long time disciple of bourgeois capitulation, I salute you! Whatever the motivation…sloth, neglect or statement …I am the fool who prides himself by putting Christmas away, neat and tidy, boxes labeled, a few days after New Year.
A pride as empty and decayed as a wreath long brown.
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