It begins.
Scowling pumpkins
scatter and flee in disarray
in the face of advancing hordes
of turkeys and cranberries.
Autumn leaves and harvest fruit
bowl down the aisles,
assuming vacated shelves—
briefly, briefly—
before the juggernaut
that is Christmas
flattens the terrain
with its boiling mass:
a red and green kaleidoscopic
blur of stockings, greenery,
and garish lights, with screeching
sopranos and booming basses
struggling through
“O Holy Night!” Unholy
racket, un-silent night,
in full assault,
demanding surrender.
Christmas is coming.
Joy to the world.
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