Our Labor Day’s not here yet, but…
I have a feeling in my gut
That Christmas sales will then begin,
Your dedicated greenbacks win.
So Fall will fall, the trees unclad;
With Halloween a passing fad.
Thanksgiving comes, traditions-stored,
Observed with what you can afford.
Black Friday is not black—instead
You are already in the red.
I struggle with all this, because
It is, to me, just human flaws;
Christmas is Christmas—at least, to me—
And I do wish you do agree.
Its symbol, meaning, purpose rise
Beyond commercial enterprise.
Besides that, how can you remember
To say Merry Christmas in September?
© Richard Williams