"It's the Most Wonderful Time of the Year," I'm Told

I used to like Christmas when I was
A kid. Its costs, though great,
The decorating, beating fudge,
And putting up with my mother's
Frenzied efforts to realize her
Dreams, which never once could
Be fulfilled, were more than offset
By the gains, which were, of course,
The gift-wrapped toys, but, after I
Had gotten older, costs increased:
The sickening songs, the endless
Calls for me to spend, while my
Gains shriveled. I had all I wanted,
So I had no use for Christmas
Gifts. Those I received seemed
Useless burdens. Consequently,
Now I dread the coming of that
Holiday. I do the best I can to just
Ignore it, and when it is gone,
I count my costs and benefits,
And feel I'm better off.




Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2020-11-29 at 00:11

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