Santa Bribed

Jingle belles
Lamenting to the IPOD tunes
with a glum face
Santa rides
the wooden cart,
the rusty cart
torn and crumbling,
trembling
to the IPOD tunes
Santa marches on…….

No more
gospel songs,
wavering
to hip-hop beats
shivering
to the artificial
AC heat, listening
to the extravagant
prayers, the little hearts
praying for electronic
miracles, the head
whirl-pooling
to millions
of expensive wishes,
tortured and demented,
prayers unanswered,
unfulfilled and piling up,
killing his veins,
listening
to their wishes
Santa ambled on..

As he stood in dismay,
not knowing
how to fulfill
millions of wishes,
when a rich tycoon
dressed in a tuxedo
got off from
a cozy
Limousine
and offered
him a drink
and paid him
with gems,
for Santa
to do his bidding
he paid,
for Santa
to do his
Mercurial mercenary
biddings he paid..

The Santa
jumped in joy
to his sudden
change of fortunes,
hugged cozy
cushions, drank
and danced
with Malaysian cuisines,
the pride
tampered, lost
and murdered,
in fury he
tore down
the wooden cart,
took the tycoon's
offer with all his heart,
jumped
in to the Limousine,
wrapped his
shaggy beard
around the tycoon,
together in joy
cuddled among
cushions of Limousine,
and singing
IPOD tunes, they set off
to spread
the mercurial, mercenary
glory of Christmas.

Shashendra Amalshan 2011

Published December 26, 2011 Write a comment
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Patrick McFarland
Sadly, it ain't like it used to be. I thought I was just getting old but I see by this timely and prudent poem, and the comments beneath that it isn't just me. Something's changed and not for the better. Nice write my friend.
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Raj Arumugam
A great and dramatic twist to the story...A parable indeed for our modern times - not just at Xmas but all through the year...
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Karin Anderson
I missed this great poem and it is such a topical subject with all the expensive technological presents. It's humorous and your big heart tuned into to Santa's feelings. It's about time he had a break from Christmas and your last stanza is fantastic!!! I will show your poem to my Granddaughter when she stops believing in Santa an I know she will love it~
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Ken e Hall
Mercenary Xmas thats what its all about..would you believe our local Santa got around on a scooter but like your poem very humerous, your golden trail cheers and regards
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Sandra Martyres
"singing IPOD tunes they set off to spread the mercurial, mercenary glory of Christmas" You bring out the changed perception of Christmas very well in this tongue -in-cheek write...
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Nikunj
an interesting take on Plight of Santa . well thought out and is filled with fun and laughter with a deep sense of reality
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