Ah, la poesie!...and lots of it! as Lemmy Caution said to the Computer Mind of Alphaville when asked whether he had dined.
I do not know whether I have mentioned it, but I do not like buying gifts for the sake of buying gifts. I despise the bric-a-brac and bagatelle mortar of our lives of pseudo-hedonistic Consumerism, where everything is cheap, poorly made, and tawdry.
Therefore, I create my own tawdry gifts, thereby saving a bundle.
For Christmas, I buy fancy paper, but I print my own cards on it.
I add a poem, or some sort of literary devilment, and all is done.
(Apologies to real people of intelligence for any plagiarisms.)
So, from Xmas 2006:
Susan’s tree, enwrapt in needles’ mysterie,
star visions, shining in the skies;
gifting-time, either honey or the bee,
hope-weaver of our lives!
druid sylvan, motionless in prayer,
with what eyes, solstice now observing;
on mountains tops, once and forever,
ancient feasts partaking?
Susan’s Christmas place, filled to overflow,
good food, wine and sweets embroidered;
weaver of delight, our gifts bestow!
all our fears occluded!
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