top of page

TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS. DARK AS HELL.

Writer's picture: Christopher McHaleChristopher McHale


It wasn't you. It was everybody.


Christmas was missing some cheer.


Lights were dim.


Pagan Christmas was just as dim.


So was Solstice, Kwanza, you name it.


I woke up Christmas Day to the news more people had been killed in Gaza than any other day of the war.


Baby Jesusland was a nightmare.


Hohoho.


We did find merriment, at a house across town, a family filled with cheer and football and beer and good food and kids. So the day wasn't a total loss, but I'm dreaming of a White Christmas. But it's only a dream because Climate Change.


I live in Cold Country and it was 54º.


Down the streets migrants who had been shipped here from Texas were grilling outside their tent.


Some kids were dealing drugs in the school parking lot.


Last Friday, I heard about a bunch people getting laid off from Disney.


I watched of bunch of Christmas movies to kindle spirit. Best one was Jim Carey as The Grinch. I'm rolling on the floor watching Carey do the Grinch . He's brilliant. Thank you, Jim. I needed that.


~ chris



0 comments

Recent Posts

See All

Comentários


I'm leaving footprints here, hints, experience and the price paid for it. It's my site, my opinions and I hope you don't necessarily agree with them because then I'll know we lived on the same merry-go-round, reaching for the same damn brass ring, reaching for it, getting it, then dropping it, and getting back on our carousel horse to try again.

​

I'm a poet, writer, song writer, producer and human.

​

I believe manners matter, love is all, health is wealth, mistakes define you, and amends make you.

© 2024

  • White Facebook Icon
bottom of page