and that means it is time for all of The Standard Holiday Dialogue
of Native (and turkey) genocide, politics and (of course):
“Christmas comes earlier and earlier, every year.”
The only thing that remains clear—
is that my nihilistic brother will argue with my mother,
at the table, over The Saying of Grace.
Grace said over meals—
it should be said over ALL of US,
who made it this far.
The year was NOT easy, for America, by any means.
The Life Lessons were too swift and consecutive
amidst childish shade thrown by The Executive Branch.
I AM THANKFUL, tho NOT FOR HIM— Not for ANY Republicons.
I AM MORE THANKFUL for this bounteous presentation,
that I am about to cook and prepare with the utmost love and care.
For you see, I AM THANKFUL I still breathe the same air, as thee.
I AM THANKFUL that This Turkey hath given its breast, to me.
And that The Philadelphia Eagles are doing WELL, for ONCE.
Which must mean that ALL HELL is about to BREAK LOOSE.
Too late…
Look at The STATE of EVERYTHING—
how this country is separating.
Polar points push away from another—
PROGRESSIVE VERSUS CONSERVATIVE—
NATIVE VERSUS PILGRIM, at The Same Table—
BUT FOR ONLY A DAY.
And with some people (some relatives),
that day is TOO MUCH, to handle listening to
Uncle Everett pontificate about “The Selfishness of Millennials”
and how: “THINGS WAS MUCH BETTER BACK IN MY DAY.”
Back in YOUR DAY they sold liquor to 18-year-olds.
Back in YOUR DAY cars had seat belts as a feature.
Back in YOUR DAY the furniture was hideous and highly flammable.
Back in YOUR DAY it was “O.K.” and encouraged to be as
RACIST AND SEXIST, AS POSSIBLE.
Back in The Day, indeed…
KEEP THOSE DAYS AS BACK AS THEY NEED TO BE.
Let US keep Our heads in The Now
or else We may drown.
Once The Holidays are DONE—
ol’ Uncle Everett (Uncle Belligerent)
and Cousin Joe Bob Six-Pack will be: GONE.
And they won’t be back in town, until next year.
“So soon?”