Technicolor MessA Poem by StephanieWhen I saw this picture, I was reminded of the book I'm writing. This poem is about the main character Amalia.Mysterious to me... How they can be so happy Without rhyme or reason. Just ecstatic because they think they need to be, Because it's socially programmed!
"It's Christmas, kids! Frolic!"
Please.
They all do the same thing: Buying the most expensive, useless crap Hoping to pass it off as some imitation of a loving And thoughtful gift. Because they have to. Because it's Christmas.
The truth is most of those kids don't deserve it. Presents. Fufillment. Permission to keep acting the way they do.
That alone is irksome! But the cards... Oh lord, the cards. Relatives no one hears from for 364 days of the year Sending you "Season's Greetings!" Pictures of children in holiday sweaters Undiscernable penmanship And an excess of colorful confetti.
When Mom handed me the newest addition to our Christmas card horde, I opened it only to have bright, sparkling confetti Cascade over the fancy dress I'd been forced into. It spilled to the floor, A technicolor mess.
While the maid freaks out and grabs the broom, I glance at my feet, To my favorite part of this ridiculous getup: Socks. Striped, just enough color to really lift my spirits- Not like the confetti disaster.
My reverie is shattered as the newest generation Of trust fund kids stampede wildly around, Yelling at the top of their small lungs. It's worse than the music.
What a joyous occasion. © 2013 StephanieAuthor's Note
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6 Reviews Added on December 23, 2009 Last Updated on August 26, 2013 AuthorStephanieGilroy, CAAboutI'm Stephanie, 27. Still don't know what I want to be when I grow up, even though I have a degree. Getting through some serious writer's block from the past 5+ years. Excited to be back! more..Writing
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