The Holidays again, are here
Some celebrate with wine, some with beer,
Others with concubines, but all with great cheer.
To some a Pagan rite, to others a holy birth,
The December moon arrives with a differing worth,
Standing astride the night, it is met with merriment and much mirth.
Upon a calendar they mark belief,
Enjoying bourbon and gin they find relief,
With the season’s close, plans are made for a new leaf.
By Greg McNeilly
