My answer is strange
My childhood differently arranged
I grew up Jehovah’s Witness
And Morman, not a perfect fit this
arrangement, but Mom and Dad
Made it work, though not iron clad
My parents did celebrate holidays
But in some ways
The undercurrent had a strange pull
Dad had no desire, no goal
To convert us to Jehovah
But I revert to know the
Basics, One of which, holidays
Are hollow days
Empty meaning, though teeming with meaning
What I mean is being void of deeming
appropriate to celebrate
Appropriation since an early date
I celebrate the Fourth of July
And yet I have reasons why
I can’t celebrate Easter
But I see first
Through a lens of skepticism
Pessimism at the realism
Realization that the real reasons
We celebrate are reasonably treasonous
What are the origins?
Google the answers and they pour in
Christmas originally celebrated
The Pagan sun god, Helios, now elevated
As I said, assimilation by appropriation
An appropriate approximation
Of a declaration that they are not what they seem
Holidays are not what they seem, I mean
Even at face value
The meanings are devalued
devolved by commercialism
Immersion in them
But without gifts
Some holidays seem ridiculous
But why do I need to buy to please us
If the day were about the birth of Jesus
Why does the ressurrection
Need Easter eggs, correction,
It doesn’t
It musnt
Be confused
I refuse
To believe that eggs symbolize new life
I believe the Jehovah Witnesses’ plight
That brings to light
That fertility gods’ rites
Celebrating rituals as festivities
Naivety at the nativity
I don’t intend blashphomy
It’s just the past for me
It’s true, I do celebrate
I just try to relegate
The messages my children receive
I don’t want them deceieved
See the world with open eyes
Study history and mankind’s guise
I do celebrate holidays
But in my own ways.
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