Christmas-12/16/98
The confusion of this season,
is once again here.
The intentional traffic,
the crowded malls,
everyone is rushing, rushing.
In our haste we forget,
the meaning of this season.
To each his own meaning,
to me this is family.
Though we complain about having to decide,
what to buy foe everyone,
some people complain about,
who gets to eat today.
"You ate yesterday no food today,"
they have to say.
And they complain.
And we day,
"I'm full, I've eaten too much."
Is it really Christmas?
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