12/25

It's almost strange...no, it is strange
To be a Jew in Christmastime.
The constant calls to rearrange
Your life, couched deep in verse and rhyme
Are wearying; I cannot bring
The Christchild or dear Santa Claus
Into my heart, though I will sing
Commercial songs wrapped in the gauze
Of movies or in ads, because
They're almost secular to me
Religion covered by the fuzz
Of pure commerciality
Or season's greetings. I get by
By staying me, and eating pie.