Happy Holidays To You! Poem by C H Sund

I am feeling maudlin, tepid at best
December jingles aren’t cutting any smiles,
those Hallmark scenes are so, so falsified.
Ho, ho ho? Who? Him? That white haired fatty?

Come, celebrate…Celebrate what, I ask?
Commercialism? Got to be kidding…
Hark, the herald markets are calling you.
Bring your wallets, bring your cards- Buy, buy, buy!

Feeling maudlin, I go through the motions,
Heck! No use wrecking it for someone else!
Happy Holidays, my name is not Scrooge,
but I might need to start happy hour now!