Flashback Friday: Christmas & Rum

I wrote this back in 2004 and posted it on myspace. I decided to repost it here.  Let me know what you think. (No, I don't still have myspace.  lol!)


Now that all crowds,
Of screaming, last minute shoppers are gone,
It will feel more like home.
With their demands and tantrums,
Giving a face of disappointment
For not having what they want.
Face after face I see one too many,
It's now time to go home for rum.

Once safe from all savage hands
Grabbing the same toys, gloves, shirts and shoes,
I gather wrapping paper, bows and tape.
It's now time for Elvis, to sing of his Christmas blue.

Oh, where did I put that rum?
"Tap tap tap!", I thought I was safe,
But no, it's my neighbor asking why
A light was burnt out.
"Maybe it's tired, I don't know"
As I turn her away to get back to rum.
Oh yes, I meant wrapping.


Sitting by the television,
I catch a glimpse of that horrible
News story. A man and his gun.
Is there anything more vein?
Why kill for that, which you can not have,
And touch that, which you shouldn't?
What has this world become?
He and his gun, maybe, just maybe
He's had a little too much rum.

Where has all the Christmas spirit gone?
When will it come home?
This is not a time for hate
Not a time for fuming bargain hunters
Nor a time for making someone's fate.
Not even a time for my rum.


"Help! Help!", that is what I hear.
Christmas is crying, yearning for revival.
A holy day for love to aspire,
This is hope's time of year.

That which is not used, is lost.
Christmas should be sacred
And not measure the joy, by the cost.