There will be no Christmas poem this year,
appearances not to the contrary.
Friends rebelled against this separatist cheer.
No Jewish joyous nor Muslim merry,
no agnostic ironics such as happy happy.
Careless friends can reside in caring less;
ignorant ones flail in a theological mess.
And I? Well I am looking forward to spring,
wishing you also rebirth and renewal.
To Harold the hoarder
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