Home for the Holidays

I don't, need your seasonal wishlist You must have lost your mind If you did think, that I would miss this I guarantee, the sky won't cry, off some candles unlit Plus after Valentine's and Halloween It's half-off on the chocolate I'm home for the holidays Though I don't know If I have heart to bring sunny rays To this eerie glow Raspberry drama And fresh baked stress A homemade banquet Hard to digest New job offers for the coming season So if I don't attend dinner Please don't yell out treason I love you all But I may not come back next year Heart, two sizes too small So I only store what is sincere I appreciate the eleemosynary volunteers But as for everyday consumerism Never really been one for the holiday cheers Or the gifts from my peers Though I'm empathetic toward the maudlin tears I don't wanna make a scene and draw any attention But the first step, in solving an issue, is prevention So the writing, and the rhyming's, an attempt to, just stymie The steady advance of this tellurian invention Despond, hovering, over holiday Like a marshy pond's will-o'-the-wisp At the edge of the bluff, I sip my wine and I promenade Only witnessed by the creatures that approach in the mist Only, new things, in this house, are the problems Sometimes, it takes a Samson, for the columns I'm running in desert in search for the snow But the wind and the dunes have been telling me no I am clawing my way through the sand and my fingers are bleeding But senses are telling me "Lo!" Heart just says "Behold! You found the warmth in cold" But I've yet, to see, what the future has in hold Wine tasting in Temecula Sipping Zinfandel If I have blood for each Dracula Only time will tell What the holidays Mean to everyone Isn't quite the same Know that for some souls It's little more than shouts And some broken plates And for others it can feel a little bit empty Or, simply not in cards, due to barren pantry But whatever the reason In the end, no vindication, is needed For your lack of gleeful participation Have coal, waiting under the tree (For me) I hold, an empty basket that says trick-or-treat (Empty) I blew, a couple candles out upon the menorah So Krampus isn't the only one that is mad at me Is that a noose or a Christmas wreath But know, I see, how love, can be Present, in community All the passion, selflessness Virtue, can yet, bloom from this I, don't need your presents I, don't need a dime The, kind of gifts that I want Are bought with sweat and time I, don't need your chocolates Or, your love note rhymes I, do not care, if it is Halloween, or it is Valentine's I'm home for the holidays And I don't care About a blood red robe or reins Or some snow white hair I've got love And I've got kin Gifts from above Including keyboard and pen Rather help others humans through their throes Than find more woes under mistletoes