Val enjoys writing prose in rhymes by always leaving a message of a life truism in each piece.
Christmas isn't a season. It's a feeling.
-- Edna Ferber
Every year, already early in December we decorate -- or should I say over-decorate our tall-to-ceiling Christmas tree; which means that it's already done, beautiful as ever. Ours is artificial one, ever since it became a by-law for apartment buildings not to allow natural trees for their posing a fire hazard.
It doesn't bother us at all, for the fragrance we have a pine tree candle; and it's actually easier to assemble it than to go from one site to another in town to find a nice natural tree, trim the bottom, and not to mention all those falling needles.
Besides, there is something "artificial" in the way we treat that date -- meaning, not as Jesus's birthday, but as a tradition. I have a great respect for Jesus, Buddha, and any other ancient quantum physicist who had to make understandable their knowledge to the ignorant masses. But, as a birthday, no, I celebrate my own three days later, and that's it.
This year the world is suggesting that we spend it differently, curbing our festive mood due to this "ever threatening" virus. Well, call me any names that you may find suitable, but I never fall for any public alarmism. Unless a huge meteor falls somewhere here in my neighborhood, I won't as much as blink on what the media is advertising as a danger.
Well, they have to make their buck by always spreading some kind of crap, and this pandemic comes as a perfect material for a persistent fear mongering -- possibly getting them bonuses, if any of those conspiracy theories are true about "someone staging the whole thing".
I wear mask, keep distances, and mentioning something like "washing hands" is too embarrassing because it's just a part of personal hygiene. But nowhere in my nervous-endocrine system is this corona registered as a "threat".
So, Christmas will be just like any other, only with me being one year younger than the last year. But with everything I do in this direction, who knows what my biomarkers are like at this "2020-body-model".
Anyway, if I am forgetting to say anything in this introduction, maybe I'll remember to mention in the next two pieces of my prose in rhymes.
So here I go pretending to be a poet; but please, don't you pretend to be a reader.
May you never be too grown up to search the skies on Christmas Eve.
-- Shirley Temple
Like Any Other Joyful Christmas
Well, corona can kiss my eloquent ass
I don't get intimidated by a silly bug
not praying for pandemic to pass
or for some world-saving drug.
In the name of my ex-addiction
it shouldn't be called by a fine beer
and I don't share the world's conviction
about treating the bug with respect, even fear.
It's time for a menu with no stew and noodles
for different dishes to match Christmas mood
like turkey and ham and poppy-seed strudels
and so much more that is tasting extra - good
No bug can spoil that festive time
at least at my home it's not the case
letting it happen would be a big crime
so let it mean something at other place.
That social distancing and mask wearing
may remain the mandatory outdoor rule
but in this home there is no such caring
as we all intend to always keep our cool.
Christmas is coming with all of its cheer
life is good because we're making it so
without ruining immunity with silly fear
or frantic wishing for pandemic to go.
My idea of Christmas, old-fashioned or modern, is very simple: loving others. Come to think of it, why do we have to wait for Christmas to do that?
-- Bob Hope
A Bug Doesn't Set My Christmas Mood
No one ever dictates how I feel
and this Christmas is no exception
I'm not viewing pandemic as a big deal
like anything in life, it's matter of perception.
Countless bugs in my body partying on their own
maybe even this corona parading as their star
but I don't meddle with it leaving them alone
not really concerned what any of them are.
Not looking forward to get that vaccine
with no dark imagination to play tricks on me
I'm just a happy camper as I've always been
too busy decorating my Christmas tree.
What world chooses for their big worries
never becomes any of my big concern
always coming up with crazy stories
nothing new to ever see or to learn.
Of course, I keep distance and wear mask
being law abiding citizen in every sense
but do I really worry -- don't even ask
I don't join any public suspense.
So, this Christmas is bound to be the same
I've rehearsed this joy throughout the year
and I'll keep saying it without any shame
no virus can spoil my Christmas cheer.
Please Take My Poll
© 2020 Val Karas
Val Karas (author) from Canada on December 06, 2020:
John -- Good for you, buddy, enjoy your freedom from this nuisance.
John Hansen from Queensland Australia on December 06, 2020:
Don’t let no virus spoils your Christmas cheer, Val. It won’t here either. We are fortunate to have most restrictions eased or lifted anyway as we have
had no new cases in some time and very few active ones even in quarantine..so life goes on quite normal in the land down under.