Holidays

If Christmas wore a tunic

Upon his ruddy chest,

Or old men wore their medals

Pinned proud upon the vest.

If thanking took you more than

Maybe just a night,

Or a rabbit wasn't something

Hidden from your sight.

If night was made for darkness,

Not candy, fads, or glut.

And Romance at least one day

From which you were not shut.

If Mothers needed more than

Flowers, cards, or breath,

Then maybe some would celebrate

My holiday of death.