
I guess it was inevitable that red poinsettias would eventually show up here! Happy Christmas Eve, everyone. Nine of us will be celebrating at my house.

I guess it was inevitable that red poinsettias would eventually show up here! Happy Christmas Eve, everyone. Nine of us will be celebrating at my house.
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“A” List Groupie
I don’t need to pay cover. I came with the band.
See the bracelet I’m wearing? The stamp on my hand?
I can come, I can go wherever I please.
I’m the favorite of all—the lead singer’s main squeeze.
Don’t gauge my importance by my appearance.
I’m a V.I.P. I have backstage clearance!
My jeans may be ripped, but I have tons of dough.
I pay my own way wherever I go.
The band extols my virtues. They know I’m no skag.
I may look like a groupie, but I drive a jag!!!
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When it comes to clothes, you know that it’s
hard to find something that fits.
People grow from year to year
in the shoulders or the rear.
Kids grow up, adults grow out
while grandparents shrink, without a doubt.
So this year at our Christmas bash,
forget the gifts. I’m giving cash!
For dVerse Poets, we were asked to write a poem we might include with a Christmas gift.
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Knowledge by Committee
Any person worth their mettle
would not deign to ever settle
for any type of education
that offered no irradiation
of the true facts of subsistence,
even though at the insistence
of the elected powers that be
to hide the facts of history
and science and of common sense
in order to make kids more dense
to matters of ecology
and climate change and chemistry.
Minds should be buoyant and not settle
on myths of village or of shtetl
in place of those proven by science.
Minds can’t be shackled by compliance
to nonsense garnered from the dockets
of men who seek to line their pockets—
carpetbaggers and buffoons
who spout untruths and whistle tunes
taught to them by corporations
who feed them piecemeal their orations
that they’re doing for our good
those things in fact which place a hood
over our heads to hide the truth.
When government has grown uncouth,
what’s left except to rail and shout
that we must throw the traitors out!
Christmas in a Modern Age
All around the town and all around the parish,
folks put up decorations wherein they laud and cherish
the Christ child and his mother and his holy birth
then put up lights and tinsel to show the joy and mirth
with which they remember all he represents,
and then they go a-caroling, these ladies and these gents,
overlooking other pilgrims in their present.
Dealing with such immigrants in real time is not pleasant.
They’d slam the door and relegate them to their horrid fate,
for generosity and charity is not the mode of late.
Religion is much easier when practiced from afar,
so those in need of shelter will not find our doors ajar.
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All I Want for Christmas
A rash of holiday wishes have lately been extended,
and more will surely come about before this year is ended.
I wish such heartfelt sentiments were felt by those who rule,
and would lead to the impeachment of the world’s most dangerous fool!

For Cee’s Flower of the Day