merry C***mas
by richibi
“Don Quixote“ (1955)
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last year, my mom and I spent C***mas
in Munich, attended mass at the
Heiliggeistkirche there, the Church of
the Holy Spirit, a blessed event, this
year, we’re spending it here in Vancouver,
she’s just down the street from where I
live, has just come back from three weeks
in Argentina, with back to back stopovers
in Montreal to visit the rest of our family
there, me, I’m happy with my sedentary
life, in this enchanted place, putzing and
writing poems
but this year, rather than shopping for
gifts, I’ve determined to look for good
actions, volunteering is out, but little
acts of kindness, everywhere, are in
even big ones
a friend who’d been considering
coming over for C***mas, from
Victoria on nearby Vancouver
Island, alone now after the demise
of his wife last winter, compounded
by the death of his only two kids,
twins, many years ago, is now ill,
my mom and I ‘ve determined to
visit him there should he not
make it here
this seems to me to be more
important, significant, than
gifts
the moneylenders have now taken
over the temple, it’s time to take
back, put the C***mas back into,
C***mas
find someone to be good to
and all the very, very best
R ! chard
psst: Don Quixote, see above, was
perhaps a dreamer, attacking
windmills he thought were
maleficent, but his vision, his
however impossible dream,
has lasted as an inspiration
for over 500 years
it’s never not time to pursue
one’s noble ideas