Festive Fright
During the hustle-bustle of
this festive occasion of Christmas,
it behooves us to find time
to turn our hearts to God
for the realization of perpetual peace.
Until now
what I thought was warm and holy,
Like the welcoming glow of a campfire scene
when a wisp of smoke spiraled up
from the trees
and the revelers danced around
in a kaleidoscope of light and shadows,
ended up for me so cold and hollow.
The mass hysteria that characterizes
the week before Christmas
is like a chaotic classroom
full of unsupervised hyper kids
when the teacher had left
to go take a phone call,
A cacophony of deafening mixture
of jumbled sounds
as if it’s but a week ahead
of the coming Apocalypse.
~11/27/22
~Contest: Christmas
~Sponsor: Constance La France.
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