The Meaning of Christmas
By Catherine, age 25, England, United Kingdom
Turkey sizzling golden yellow,
The atmosphere is far from mellow,
Children giggling here with excitement,
No word from Christ for our enlightenment.
Though a tree stands tall with presents beneath,
And Ferrero Roches between our teeth,
Mulled wine bastes a family row,
It's all organized we don't know how!
Snow and ice on the uncle's windscreen,
Perturbation about an Auntie's Yung beans,
A select few families go to church,
But most religion is in the lurch.
The meaning of Yuletide is drowned in receipts,
But to rid celebration?
Now that's a mean feat.