Seasons Greetings! The snow doesn't hide the pain inside The cold does not freeze indifference. Seasons Greetings! To the men in the park and their bottles and to the people sleeping in boxes. "Alleluia" we shout in our feasting disguises as we pray and pretend to love our crosses. Seasons Greetings! We proclaim to all and to none! For our eyes are fast silent witness to the indiscretions we often practice as we hurtle ourselves at Christmas. Seasons Greetings! The signs on the wall do not disguise the planks in our eyes as we condemn Seasons Greetings! Oh, how our voices are raised in song! Oh, how our hearts are turned inward!
Yes, "Seasons Greetings", could be an obligated statement, with half-hearted wishes... In the fast paced time we live in, sometimes it's best to step back and evaluate what truly is the meaning of Christmas...When did Christmas become so commercial that we forget the value of it?
wow you absolutely described my view of the holidays and how people act nice and loving just because it's Christmas and they feel obliged to be nice and loving. Awesome write!
Very lovely write. Nice imagery embedded in this poem.
"The snow doesn't hide the pain inside" My favourite line. Really great work, this was well penned!
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