Hairy Xmas Baby

Farewell Christmas.
I will not miss you.
You lie.
Jesus was not born in December.
But greed was.
And if you have no money you cannot participate.
Trees are crucified only to be thrown away in alleys all
over the world.
The hopes and fears of all the years are made
from gilded wrapping paper.
By next year our troubles will still be here.
Don’t come back.
Ever.