A James Brown Christmas

I’m dreaming of a green Easter

With every Hanukah card I write

Short of Thanks and Giving, in malls I’m living

As brats and salesmen bleed me white

Later on we’ll perspire

As we curse every liar

Who sold us the crap

We hurriedly wrap

I should have sent re-gifted underwear

Silent night, damn tree lights

House is gone, flames are bright

Made a display as huge as the sun

Combusted the eggnog and cakes of pure rum

Toasted and roasted and drunken and numb

How will I ever sleep

Three blocks away in a tree?