Christmas
Christmas is
an artificial fizz.
We spend our dough on stuff we don’t need
or want – and if you should ever bother to read
the Bible story, it’s far from pretty – indeed,
it’s gross. So don’t be a yuletide mug -
to Scrooge, let’s raise a jug –
Bah! Humbug!
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