If I'm remembering accurately, I wrote the following when I was about 9 years old -- a long time ago.
What does Christmas mean to me?
Fragile glass balls on the Christmas tree;
Hot-burning lightbulbs of various hues;
Chimney fires in soot-clogged flues;
Shopping frustration in the holiday rush;
Multi-car accidents compounded by slush.
Numbing winds and frosty breath;
Homeless people freezing to death;
Deepening financial straits;
Astronomical suicide rates.
I found it rather hilarious at the time, and still do.
john douglas porter @ blogspot
