“Holidays”

Wish they would pass with rapidity,

For I am not much for holiday idiocies,

I must buy gifts for those close to me,

This I understand, even if I don’t celebrate,

But with regards holidays, I remain ever

            "celibate!"

Some go all out, decorating & getting cheer,

But I guess that Bah-hum "bug" is with me here,

Although I have tried to catch the holiday bug,

To the point of decorating and trying to cheer,

But, then, when I try, troubles from others I get to hear.

Oh I am sure others who read this will try,

To “help” me to stop being so wry,

But I then truly say to you, please allow me

to be me as I allow you to be you!

This short poem on the holidays is just about over,

As nothing more can be said,

I explained my feelings moreover,

And hope that you now understand,

If it were up to me, the holidays would be dead,

         As they are for ED!

                                             (ed)