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December Update 3.0 Holiday edition

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Her Merry Christmas

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Somebody’s Mom
Maybe sister, perhaps Aunt
is sitting out there
wishing you would walk in the door
of the kitchen,
the barroom,
the bedroom
and give her just one good reason
to believe/forget the world’s cold shoulders
and hard edges and all that shit she’s had to eat over
all the years might have meant something
more than the husband that barely speaks to her
the old friends that seldom call
not to mention the children that
ignore/take her for granted.

She’s listening to the Christmas music
sitting in the colored lights with a glass of wine
the tears are barely an after-thought
as she wonders why you never showed up
in her life and perhaps if you did once
why she ever,
ever let you go.

12/99

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He’s Dreaming of a White Supremacist Christmas

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Just about a day before Christmas

early evening quiet barroom

couple of regulars, off-duty bartenders

gentle snow at the window, soft music low in the background.

Easy holiday season conversation

locals drifting in & out between Christmas shopping

to get warm, grab a cold one, maybe a bite to eat.

 

In the middle of the sparse crowd sits this guy.

Beat up peaked ball cap, barn coat and muddy rubber boots

smoking alone.

 

Bartenders all dolled up in her Christmas dress.

She even had a slight hint of glitter on her cheeks.

She’s flushed with excitement.

Big night later, annual staff party.

Just a little girl in Christmas morning still

peaking out of her eyes.

 

It’s drift and rift quiet banter time

between a few friends.

 

Every once in awhile our boy in the middle lets loose

with an unsolicited comment.

Like: Fuckin sucks, I hate all this Christmas crap.

(While staring straight ahead)

 

He’s getting expressly ignored.

Not getting a rise out of anybody.

Figures he’ll give another shot.

 

Fuckin assholes, fuck the lights, fuck this time of year.

Fuck that Jew bastard hippie carpenter, what bullshit,

if he walked in here tonight, I’d personally nail him to

that fuckin tree again with his own fuckin hammer.

 

Regular A shrugs.

He remarks, Yeah it ain’t Christmas till somebody dies.

 

Followed on the heels by regular B who counters with,

Yeah my grandfather was killed by a drunk driver a

couple of days before New Years back in 38

 

Girl behind the bar pales visibly.

 

Door opens.

Regular C walks in the bar and announces,

well that’s it she wants a divorce and the doctor

tells me today that my stool sample came back positive.

Christ pour me a shot…..hell make that double and

while you’re at get these guys something……Merry

Fuckin Christmas.

Meanwhile laughing boy sitting in the middle of the

bar is staring at the regulars with his mouth open.

Scoops up his change and smokes and heads for the

door muttering over his shoulder.

Man what a bunch of fuckin sick losers, I’m going

somewhere where they know how to party, I mean

after all it is goddamn Christmas.

 

Regulars A, B, C. and bartender sit in silence.

Finally B goes, Anybody know that guy?

C pushing his shot glass toward the bartender

says, I think he’s the guy that plays Santa at KRAPMART.

musta had a tough day at work.

Yeah…. Regular A offers philosophically

the holidays can be rough on us all.

 

From Attitude House  12/00-2/01

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