Winter Solstice

‘Tis Winter Solstice (Summer here)
yet it’s true meaning is not clear.
Some fat bloke in an outfit red
sneaks into our children’s head.
Subverts it for consumerist greed,
no loving here or folks in need.
We hide in houses made of stone
and grasp our presents – all our own.
What does it mean this time of year
where drunkenness replaces cheer.

About a foolhardy florilegium

Nullius addictus iurare in verba magistri, quo me cumque rapit tempestas, deferor hospes.
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