This is the Christmas eve that the Bards forgot
when they wrote those famous holiday Jingles.
It’s the melancholy melody played by those
Unfortunates who make themselves
Unfortunate by waiting until Christmas eve
to turn their lives around, to change their fate.

Too bad one night won’t make up for a year
of sinning.

For these Unfortunates, their final culmination
of the year (when they set out to triumph over
their bad deeds to come out Merry, Loved, and
Fortunate) proves only to heighten tensions
and heat their loved ones’ tempers up to Heaven
til the walls are scorched in rising flames.

[what a pattern to follow year after year; why not
embrace the Rotten, Ugly, Scumbag you truly are
and drop the pretense]

This is the Christmas eve that the Bards forgot
when they wrote those merry holiday Jingles.


Somehow, I don’t believe the new Bards will
remember it anytime soon.

12/24/2004

Author's Note: Posted a little late for Christmas maybe, but I think it will still have meaning.

Posted on 12/28/2004
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