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My Twentieth Year - 28. A Holiday Postlude
Poem No. 56
A Holiday Postlude
Toe trimmings and tree trimmings
lay together in a bag.
After Christmas, after New Year's,
they're considered something of a nag.
What if there were a Christmas tax:
on sack, box, and carrying crate
on ropes, ribbons, and Scotch tape
on bows satin, and angels in pose
on pictures of reindeer, and on Rudolph's nose
on Christmas tunes, and church to attend
on tinsel gold, and cards to send
on 'good ole times,' and many a friend
on trees green, and carolers in white
on sheep, and every shepherd in sight
on wreaths holly, and berry mugs
on mangers, and clearance sales in floods
on jolly elves, and seasonal duds?
What if there were a Christmas tax
on the things that mean Christmas to us?
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