First off there is an event happening Nov. 30, 2011 that you need to attend. It is called, “Fracking A State of Emergency.” For more info click here.
Thanksgiving is hardly over and we are being besieged by Christmas ads. Given that I’m going to drag out a Christmas poem early that I wrote a decade ago.
Holiday Déjà Vu
It starts before Thanksgiving
those articles in the newspaper
on what to cook with left-over turkey.
Turkey ala-king, pot pies, burritos.
why not something new like:
a bowl of turkey jello or
turkey and stuffing smoothies?
Why don’t they just say buy a
god damn smaller turkey.
Then I wouldn’t have to see
all those redundant articles.
Next comes Christmas.
Ready for Christmas’s religious service
I sit down to read the daily newspaper
and of course, there’s an article
on how Christmas is too commercial.
It says, Christmas has become
the largest annual economic stimulus
for many countries in the world.
The story is squeezed in between
a Christmas sales ad and
an article on the hottest toys to buy.
I contemplate the question
of Christmas commercialization
sitting at my Thomasville dining room table,
drinking my Carnation instant hot chocolate
complete with Kraft marshmallows
from my Correll peach garland pattern mug.
I spill some on my Geoffrey Benne necktie.
I toss it in my Kenmore washer and
add some Tide extra strength.
I turn on my Toshiba stereo TV and
ease into my Lazy Boy recliner.
I set it to full tilt and
view the 27″ screen between
my black Dexter wingtips
they are so old they
were made in the USA.
I eat a Fiestaware bowl of
Nabisco Shredded Wheat
with slices of Dole bananas in it.
My Timex watch says it’s time to go.
I get my tie out of the Maytag dryer
and put on my Botany 500 sport coat.
I get into my green Ford Taurus
with my wife in her Columbia ski jacket
and leave my Ryan built home.
I brush off all the ideas of Christmas
being too commercial
as I enter church to celebrate
the real meaning of Christmas.
For the rest of you…..
Merry McChristmas and
a happy K-Mart New Year.
Mary Chapin Carpenter: Thanksgiving Song
Native American Thanksgiving Song: Stole My land
Thanksgiving Day comes, by statute, once a year; to the honest man it comes as frequently as the heart of gratitude will allow. ~Edward Sandford Martin