Travesty. 1984.

On your eyes was the happy candy-cane stare
That shouts, “I tie the ribbon in a foolish way.”
And the giggle of the scoff beneath the high top’s moustache;
To you its dissension doesn’t match the jolly red and white.
While feeding on the Elvin styles of that day,
Visible is the triumphant clause made with the star on pine,
Shedding bits of sprinkles and dust onto the Capitalist
Turning his head upward, with a glittery murmur,
He shouts “the delicious fragility of this travesty!"
And explodes into a community of feather-tipped confetti
Jingling the bells to a happy smile's note.
You recline and think your jellybean thoughts,
Feeling the calm rigidity and flowering of the air
Like a volcano your placid Christmas erupts, and you snooze to the place
Where we still laugh and wish.