Not a Cyber Christmas

A illustration of Santa

Chris Shaw

Just by chance, it’s the holiday

season. Seems the well-heeled

are ignoring the “Tiny Tims” and

“Bob Cratchits” among Downtown’s human

ebb and flow.

A simple thought: Isn’t the hungry

smiling face on the corner equally valuable

alongside the stockbrokers and

hedgefund managers dressed in purple

silks and woven tweeds? We all pull

part of the load. In Heaven there is

no “Black Friday!”

Be mindful of those for whom you pray,

For Ye may enjoin them ‘pon the way.

I celebrate,

but not in a Cyber-ly style.

For me, Black Friday was in 1929, they say.

Now come the execrable displays.

Default balls,

And Baubles. Anon, I heard a forlorn donkey

Bray, for his heart is frayed.

In the town square the Christ Child calls

forth,

“How ‘bout some hay?”

(I would even welcome a Dreydl for my children.)

This season is about humble and genuine

Faith.

No Filthy Lucre here.

No Ocelot Throw Robe or Platinum Encrusted

Sundae.

My friend, this Season is about

a belief that transcends prognostications

Of rivers and lava, hematite and clay,

And a lovely death by the rogue Helios’

Blazing Rays.

Glory be, and adore the one for whom

You meet and for whom ye Pray,

Upon the Sacred Way!!


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