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the Santa Claus, Jingle Bells, commercial x-mas blues
November 1st, the day after Halloween,
the stores are all filled with Christmas cheer,
sales & advertising gimmicks,
begging you, "Spend your money here!"
I'm not even a Christian
so why do I give gifts, on the date
that supposedly represents
the birth of God's son?

I find the answer
written on my loved one's faces,
as they open their presents,
on Christmas morn.

The Night Before Christmas (modern, up-dated 21st Century version)
It was the night before Christmas in the apartment house,
all the tenants were sleeping, even my pet mouse.
All the nylons were hung by the radiator with care,
in hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there.
The children were nestled in their waterbeds,
while Playstation video games, played in their heads.
I in my nighty, the rabbit & the cat,
had just settled down for a long winter's nap;
when out in the parking lot, there arose such a clatter,
the building manager yelled, "What the ____ was the matter?!"
I reluctantly awoke, got up out of the sack,
slid open the window, in it's track.
The moon shone so brightly on my building's concrete,
that it looked just like daytime, on my street.
When what to my wondering eyes should appear,
but a miniature sleigh & 8 tiny reindeer.
With a little old driver, so lively & quick,
that I knew in an instant, that he must be St Nick.
Faster than the space shuttle, his reindeer came,
& he whistled & shouted & called each by name:
"Now, Dasher! Now, Dancer! Now Prancer & Vixen!
On, Comet! On, Cupid! On, Donner & Blitzen!"
Up over the rooftops & over the trees,
they flew o'er the freeway, quick as you please.
They all looked tired for they'd travelled quite far,
as they landed on the sunroof of my neighbor's car!
As I closed the window, & turned with a grin,
Santa appeared, having beamed himself in!

A bundle of toys he had flung on his back,
& he looked like a peddler just opening his pack.
His eyes how they twinkled! His dimples, how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
The beard on his chin was as white as the snow.
I offered him a smoke, but he answered, "No,
thanks, but I quit. They're unhealthy, you know."
He had a broad face & a round little belly,
like me: too many nights in front of the telly!
He was jolly & plump, a right jolly old elf,
& I smiled when I saw him,in spite of myself.
With a wink of his eye & a nod of his head,
he reassured me, I had nothing to dread.
He turned away, & went straight to his work,
he filled all the nylons, then turned with a jerk;
I was drinking some eggnog, offered him a cup,
he drank it, then said, "Please beam me up!"
But I heard him exclaim, as he vanished from sight,
"Happy Christmas to all, & to all a good night!"

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