Grinch

                                          One

                                 Christmas, we stopped

                          putting up the tree-- Unanimous,

                          suddenly the lights, turned off; the

                   lantern remained in the attic. For good. (Or bad.)
         First we lost the get-togethers. Then the feast. Then the presents.

                    Then we lost another one in this family. What

             is it that really matters on the 25^th? Perhaps for those who

                 don’t believe in Santa Claus; Or Jesus Christ; Or the
        get-togethers; And the feast; And the presents; And the loved ones?

   Maybe we just ran out of reasons to keep this house aglow every December.

                Those built-in tunes from christmas lights have always

        sounded sad and lonely for me anyway. And carolers make noise,

                 Not music. It’s only every Christmas that people get

         Money from singing so badly. And so I am not very sorry that we

      decided to get rid of the tree. The lantern and the lights and the reason
are piled up in the attic, now and for all the coming seasons. Because it’s badass

                            to be the only house in the block

                                    that doesn’t

                                      join the

                                       shitty

                                    bandwagon.