’Twas the Night After Christmas
’Twas the night after Christmas and all through the house,
Not a creature was stirring, except for a mouse.
Piles of debris and throw-away toys
Is all that remained from the wee girls and boys.
Children was nestled all snug in their beds
With cell phones and new apps tucked under their head.
Sacred icons once shaped with our hands
Now pour in by truckload from distant lands.
Sadly a setback did Santa befall
As Santa’s new sleigh had just been recalled.
No sledding on hilltops for fear of the vanes.
No landing in meadows there loaded with panes.
If Santa couldn’t make it that would have been fine.
We’d just hit the box stores, or get it online.
Worship in public has long since been banned.
Pagan-rooted flames now briskly are fanned
No child in a manger, it violates code.
We’ll just bake do with another abode.
Per health codes a manger is no place to lie
So to that poor babe well just say goodbye.
From Holyday to Hollow Day what we once enjoyed
Cheap imports and nonsense now fill that void.
With cultural, spiritual and historical nonsense finally away
To one and all, Merry X-Mas and Happy Hollow Day
Rustan Swenson
Shoreham