'tis a morn of merriness
a day quite sorrowless
gather 'round the evergreen
which we chop down oh so clean
and the pig squeals in agony
since the cut missed the artery
my mom can't contain herself
as dad's ashes fall off the shelf

in the ditch there lies a bum
his saliva is mixed with rum
I see a girl who's holding back
her mom from doing crack
some kids just ran a mile
from a Santa pedophile
there's a whorehouse where used to be
a place for the Christmas tree

There should be more poems about dad's ashes falling off the shelf. Bravo!

Very dark, very sad, but excellent portrayal of how Christmas isn't always good for everyone.

Bravo indeed.

Very much Bravo!