'Tis the Season

The syndicates of magic indispose
Bare bodkins brightly brandished by Beguines.
Th' intricacies of habits do impose
'Pon shallow sensibilities their scenes.

The winter Minneapolis has dawned
Has made its presence felt without a doubt
The sinner Christianity has spawned
Might fear the freezing fire frames his out.

To celebrate the dark and cold to come
With lights and merry music all around
We too will off meander deaf and dumb -
So shaken to face emptiness profound.

The little children ask their questions pure.
While th'answers that we give all leave unsure.

25 Nov 2005