I Remember Christmas
I remember Christmas,
The wine and good cheer
And the demon elves
Who stalked me in fear.
There was my sweet mother,
Apron and knife in hand
Searching our dear abode
For her little man.
Dad with his pipe,
Shotgun to his hands wed
Listening for hoofsteps above
To shoot something dead.
The pumpkin pie
And the roast fowl
Sat on our dinner table
As if with a scowl.
And my pleas for mercy
To the Christmas star at night,
As something lay face down
Paralyzed from fright.
Those were the days
When I was a kid,
My solitary prayer
That my secrets stay hid.
But the present unwrapped
‘Neath the tree of joy,
They got me a muzzle
Instead of a toy.
Today as I gray
And my own kids await
Hunting me like a rat
A sad, sealed fate.
I now know the thought
Of ol’ mom and dad
Who birthed a child
They knew was bad.
But all this doesn’t chase
The warm feelings away.
It only makes me cry
And curse Christmas Day.
Mary Christmas
Mary Christmas had a little lamb
Her fleece was blood red.
And everywhere that Mary bled
The lamb was certain to eat.
Down at the sausage factory
They slaughter the hapless sheep.
Entrails in jars are neatly kept
For the sad, homeless children who weep.
Mary Christmas had a little child
Inside her womb’s storm.
She dreamt of eating something warm,
Tender meat at morning’s mass.
Laughing, jolly ol’ elf in red
With a big bellyful of guts,
And the skeletons under the tree.
I always thought my parents were nuts.
We are the children of Christmas
Hell’s bells toll for all.
As Death’s horror makes its final call
Pray for those who die slowly.
© 2011 Glass Onion Productions
