This poem is dedicated to Vinnie and his belief in the Blue Genie and the “magic” that he possesses.
At This Festive Holiday Season
At this festive holiday season,
I search my soul to find the reason
Why I find myself so un-elated.
On the corners, children singing.
Sidewalk Santas with bells ringing…
But is this holiday overrated?
Behind the smiles and within the souls,
The fabric of people seems filled with holes.
(Perhaps I’m just a cynic.)
Charitable sentiments often give way
To the petty resentments of the day.
Our souls appear in need of a clinic.
Some carry Bibles and they profess loudly
But then live their lives in a fashion cloudy.
(Thoughts and deeds diverge.)
Patience, tolerance… basic humanity.
Kindness and acts of true Christianity
Fail to emerge.
Tinsel has become what the people see.
They focus on the glitter and miss the tree.
Awareness is what they need.
Merchandise and thoughtless actions…
Impatience and quick, hostile reactions
Reveal a personal greed.
What?
Why… uh, yes… I’ll have another drink.
Thanks for listening to what I think…
Gee, you’re a fine fellow.
You know… I’m startin’ to feel the spirit.
Is that a carol… say, do you hear it?
Hey, I think I’m startin’ to mellow!
Remember the words I was just shoutin’?
And all the anger that I was spoutin’?
Pretend you didn’t hear it.
I guess it’s merely the time we live in,
But it’s nice that someone still believes in
The holiday spirits.
Cheers.
End