BY MARY FROST
Christmas is about birth, which is bloody
And starting over, which is strenuous.
It is no time to be timid.
Go country with it, something simple and strong
but if not that, go crazy.
Big bells and bows in reds and golds;
hot-stamped metallics, glitter and glitz.
Dancing snowmen whooping it up;
whole herds of rooftop reindeer.
Invite the forest into the house
and leave the gurus of good taste
out in the cold. Renew yourself
with fundamental things like fire and feasting.
When the card you choose to send arrives,
let it spring out of its envelope,
vigorous as a Hussar
and deliver its salutations with spirit,
vibrant as a blazing trumpet
prophesying to a midnight sky.
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