
{"id":2083,"date":"2011-12-12T09:06:10","date_gmt":"2011-12-12T14:06:10","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.gadflyonline.com\/wpblog\/?p=2083"},"modified":"2012-07-15T20:11:22","modified_gmt":"2012-07-16T00:11:22","slug":"i-remember-christmas-poems-by-nat-whilk","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/gadflyonline.com\/home\/index.php\/i-remember-christmas-poems-by-nat-whilk\/","title":{"rendered":"I Remember Christmas: Poems by Nat Whilk"},"content":{"rendered":"<p align=\"center\"><strong><a href=\"http:\/\/www.gadflyonline.com\/wpblog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/12\/christmas.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-2084\" title=\"christmas\" src=\"http:\/\/www.gadflyonline.com\/wpblog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/12\/christmas.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"585\" height=\"250\" srcset=\"http:\/\/gadflyonline.com\/home\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/12\/christmas.jpg 585w, http:\/\/gadflyonline.com\/home\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/12\/christmas-300x128.jpg 300w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 585px) 100vw, 585px\" \/><\/a><\/strong><\/p>\n<p align=\"center\"><strong>I Remember Christmas<\/strong><\/p>\n<p align=\"center\">I remember Christmas,<br \/>\nThe wine and good cheer<br \/>\nAnd the demon elves<br \/>\nWho stalked me in fear.<br \/>\nThere was my sweet mother,<br \/>\nApron and knife in hand<br \/>\nSearching our dear abode<br \/>\nFor her little man.<br \/>\nDad with his pipe,<br \/>\nShotgun to his hands wed<br \/>\nListening for hoofsteps above<br \/>\nTo shoot something dead.<br \/>\nThe pumpkin pie<br \/>\nAnd the roast fowl<br \/>\nSat on our dinner table<br \/>\nAs if with a scowl.<br \/>\nAnd my pleas for mercy<br \/>\nTo the Christmas star at night,<br \/>\nAs something lay face down<br \/>\nParalyzed from fright.<br \/>\nThose were the days<br \/>\nWhen I was a kid,<br \/>\nMy solitary prayer<br \/>\nThat my secrets stay hid.<br \/>\nBut the present unwrapped<br \/>\n&#8216;Neath the tree of joy,<br \/>\nThey got me a muzzle<br \/>\nInstead of a toy.<br \/>\nToday as I gray<br \/>\nAnd my own kids await<br \/>\nHunting me like a rat<br \/>\nA sad, sealed fate.<br \/>\nI now know the thought<br \/>\nOf ol&#8217; mom and dad<br \/>\nWho birthed a child<br \/>\nThey knew was bad.<br \/>\nBut all this doesn&#8217;t chase<br \/>\nThe warm feelings away.<br \/>\nIt only makes me cry<br \/>\nAnd curse Christmas\u00a0 Day.<\/p>\n<p align=\"center\"><strong>Mary Christmas<\/strong><\/p>\n<p align=\"center\">Mary Christmas had a little lamb<br \/>\nHer fleece was blood red.<br \/>\nAnd everywhere that Mary bled<br \/>\nThe lamb was certain to eat.<\/p>\n<p align=\"center\">Down at the sausage factory<br \/>\nThey slaughter the hapless sheep.<br \/>\nEntrails in jars are neatly kept<br \/>\nFor the sad, homeless children who weep.<\/p>\n<p align=\"center\">Mary Christmas had a little child<br \/>\nInside her womb&#8217;s storm.<br \/>\nShe dreamt of eating something warm,<br \/>\nTender meat at morning&#8217;s mass.<\/p>\n<p align=\"center\">\u00a0Laughing, jolly ol&#8217; elf in red<br \/>\nWith a big bellyful of guts,<br \/>\nAnd the skeletons under the tree.<br \/>\nI always thought my parents were nuts.<\/p>\n<p align=\"center\">We are the children of Christmas<br \/>\nHell&#8217;s bells toll for all.<br \/>\nAs Death&#8217;s horror makes its final call<br \/>\nPray for those who die slowly.<\/p>\n<p align=\"center\">\u00a9 2011 Glass Onion Productions<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>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. 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