Because It's Christmas | Stefn Sylvester Anyatonwu

POEM 352: BECAUSE IT'S CHRISTMAS

of myths and organized religion

of birth and rebirth, incarnation

we sip one and spit out the other,

embrace stale rhymes of jingled bells

and archive sweet melodies-

melodies to which our forebears jiggled waists

because it's Christmas?

days of festivals were scratched onto cave walls,

and imprinted on claypots,

in those times when masquerades raise the dust

of the fallen and the living

with chants soul thrilling,

now we are refugees in our own homes

waiting for crumbs from Santa Claus

because it's Christmas?

how soon we forget to remember that these myths

shoved down the throats of those of old

have celebrated for millennia

long long before the council of Nicaea?

how soon we forget what emanates from goddesses of yore

who symbolize fertility and sometimes whore,

have brought forth saviors

and modes of worship?

but we must see the need to treat virtue with a sacred touch

it's just another of many pagan holidays

a pause to rewind into the beauty of a new year

and we do well to not forget that our fate

does not depend on sacraments and pontifications

but on how we can save the joy of life

and celebrate all humankind again

because it's Christmas and nothing more

may we remember to embrace and revive

customs archived by our naivety

and be reminded of where we came

to be even when cultures and beliefs strive

for the sake of nativity

this is not a poem

#365DaysOfPoetry

#Pengician #SSA

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