Donna Marie

Tis the age of twitter
and social status
sometimes quite bitter
that tech apparatus                                                               

A new kind of Christmas
That seems to just dis us
empties our pockets
burns out our sockets

Take me back to the time
Berries twisted with twine
A simple family dine
Perhaps a splash of red wine

A bushel of our loves
A new pair of gloves
Dancing elf upon a shelf
Mistletoe to add a glow
After the fresh fallen snow 

When passwords were for forts
And Santa might be heard
with a jolly ol snort
reindeer that stirred
prior to phone screens that blurred

A Christmas carole
One new apparel
anticipated with glee
Without a never ending fee

Cards that wished love
from heaven above
Not a book with a face
But a fireplace

Not a pinterest party
Just an Interest party
Im not in a group
But I am in the loop

Without an insult or like
putting together a new bike
With kisses and courage
that flourish and nourish

When tags where for gifts
Not a computer brimming with grift
Sleigh rides and drifts
Melodies that lift

My Christmas past is antiquated, perhaps
So much time spent on these screens
Political posts caused friendship collapse
So on this Holy Date, I will wean
for a day
Wishing you A Merry Christmas
and a possible New Sleigh

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