The end of the old,

the beginning of the new –

what is up for you?

~

Elevated ire

on the closing of the year

breeds a rage a wise man fears.

There is no justice

when pain rears it’s ugly head

in this season of joy.

~

Justice there may not

be, but love abides and drugs

remain to remove the pain

It may be winter 

break for kids, but for parents

it’s double duty.

~

It seems rather more

like a classic triple play

to us sandwiched in between!

A cathartic meal,

sharing of dyspeptic pasts

tempered by a fine repast.

~

Good food combined with

honest talk can make what was 

hard easier to digest.

The way that youngster

disregarded Trump’s Santa

question shows Congress a path.

~

 From the mouths of babes

springs forth the withering truth

old grey men fear to utter.

Family gathers –

what happens next? – your guess

is as good as mine.

~

Merriment ensues

punctuated by bloodshed

and alternative carols?

Derelict structures,

grand in their stately decay,

hold an odd fascination.

~

Buildings, bridges, walls,

  and people can be quite grand

as they slowly fade away.

When the packaging

costs more than the gift, we must

be in Trump’s America

~

When the poetry

is less engaging than the

title – Mondo Sedoka.

How can we find time

in this chaotic life to

Wish you Happy Holidays?

~

And yet, in your own

style, in the midst of it all,

you found a poetic way.

~