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Saturday, December 10, 2011

Artificial Holiday

We trim our plastic tree
By the glow of battery-operated candles.
Silk poinsettias adorn
The mantle of the electric fireplace.
We greet each other
With forced smiles and feigned affection,
Saving the animosity
To serve with our New Year’s hangovers.

1 comment:

Mary said...

Wow, this poem definitely has holiday 'zing.' Ouch.