Bit of a downer for a Christmas poem, but. . .sometimes jolly gets heavy?? Not as if Life Stops for Santa. Childhood memories are more mixed for some of us than others. But they're
o u r memories. Funny how you get attached. . .never mind. Wanna have some good, old-fashioned innocent fun (thanks to some very new-fashioned special effects), be sure and see The Polar Express. . .or is it North Pole Express. Must be the first. 't'other sounds bad. Thanks for being here. Pea<3
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Li'l Holly 'roun' BEER&WINE
Jolly old St. Nick has a hangover the size of Manhattan. Manhattans by the fifth. Mother specializes, she says, in knocking over trees. Last year she managed the governor's. What a reception!
Drunk is best to play the clown. Rudolph of the famous red nose. Crash through holiday after holiday dragging me behind. I HATE Christmas! she howled. I LOVE Christmas! Sober she put up a beautiful tree. Red, blue and silver, ass IT! Tinsel goes up strand by strand. Then the bottle comes out. "Wheeeeeee!" The laughter almost seemed to last.
Christmas isn't Christmas without a few laughs but please don't burn the turkey. Please be able to see. What a character! people said. Ho. Ho. Ho.
But the glow was Johnny Walker, sloppy kisses the work of mistletoe drunk on fumes. Staggerers feel me up at twelve. Ho. Ho. Ho.
Candles had to be red, jokes deep blue. Hangover held through New Year's, then time to renew. Got an errand, wise ones chant. Sorry, can't make it this year. Sorry, Mother. Sorry
Mother, I love you, Mother, I hate Christmas is red, green, silver. . .blue.
(c) Phyllis Jean Green
L'il Holly appeared in MindFire several years ago. Special thanks are due to Editor Thomas Fortenberry, who not only published a number of the author's poems, but was especially supportive in regard to Spinning Straw: the Jeff Apple Story. Good on ya, Thomas!!
What an extremely well-crafted, well-thought out Holiday perfected write!! A wake-up call for us all ... thanks for this resounding and profound poem!!
a sobering write--thank God, i haven't drank in 23 years :) do i miss it? nope. :)
thank you for writing this--it's message is needed, especially at this time of year
may i add: DON'T DRINK AND DRIVE
(((HUGS))) and love, karla. :(
Reviewed by Kate Clifford (Reader)
Reviewed on December 9, 2004
This unfortuntly is part of Christmas too. Holiday drinking can be a real turn off when misused. Your words bring to the reader the whole image with an excellent ending.
Outstanding. I grew up with an alcoholic father. He's been sober now for about 20 years, but he's 84, so his sobriety bypassed my youth. Like the narrator of the poem, my memories of "family" holidays and feelings are mixed.
Christmas is many things to us all, Pea, and I can relate to this one, as well. My parents always were at each others throats on Christmas and all I heard was how "expensive" it all was. I wish they had understood that it is not the gift that brings the memories, but the love that should be shared on the holiday. The egg nog was always laced, then there was the wassal bowl, too, and the adults would party, oh, how they would party. They didn't want to be bothered by we children, though, since we were a reminder that they really shouldn't be partying so much when we needed to be cared for. So the angry words would be said again and again.
Sexuality is very misunderstood.What if the tornado dropped Dorothy not into Oz, but onto the shooting set of an X-rated film?
Eric Edwards makes sex films. Period... Sex-on-command. Sex-for-hire.... So begins the story of Eric Edwards, Mr.
This book is a collection of short stories that depict events in Author's life while she lived in Romania, then in Greece, and last in America. It's a beautiful and very sincere account of a young woman's life and comming to age.
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What an extremely well-crafted, well-thought out Holiday perfected write!! A wake-up call for us all ... thanks for this resounding and profound poem!!
Best wishes,
Robert
I saw right thru your eyes...........too clearly :(
bravo
TRASK
a sobering write--thank God, i haven't drank in 23 years :) do i miss it? nope. :)
thank you for writing this--it's message is needed, especially at this time of year
may i add: DON'T DRINK AND DRIVE
(((HUGS))) and love, karla. :(
You have a refreshing, unique style.
Take care,
Sherry
love Tinka