T’was the Tuesday before Christmas,
And the tree was still bare.
Not an ornament yet hung
Or a single light found there;
In our living room it stood
So green and so great
Smelling so woodsy, I thought, the deco can wait.
Now on my way to celebrate the impeachment trail,
With fellow Dems abroad I’ll drink to a twist in the tale.
I’m tired and cranky, a real holiday damper
Heading out in the afternoon dark seeking seasonal pamper.
The consumerist impulse proves tough to escape,
My model superhero wears an anti capitalist cape.
But I in my tradition, so stalwart and stale
Will follow convention, frequent all points retail.
The season will pass with delight and some stress,
Happy holidays if you celebrate, if not, then bless.