merry mockery

stomp on a glass decoration and let the shattered shards fly;
drop a match on a lifeless pine and let o tannenbaum burst into flames;
pull the plug on sparkly bright lights and let the holiday world go black;
flip the off-switch on candy-coated muzak and let the mall go silent;
drop the biggest present in a back-alley dumpster;
punch a whole in all those atrocious air-filled santas and snowmen;
kick a glossy gaudy crèche across a snow-covered lawn ...
and what remains is nothing but a blood-smudged babe
in a cave-barn, lying in a feeding trough
on a chilly night in a small middle-eastern town,
waiting for mother’s milk and a horrible death
(followed by a miracle grave robbing)
that makes a mockery of all we call Christmas.