Seasonal Spirit

Sprits high, nigh uncatchable…
Christmas, most say.
Humbug, some declare.

Who cares?
Rum’s gone.

Merry Christmas, folks!

Spreading Joy

“New clothes!” they rejoiced.

Christmas charity.

Trees aglow, shining bright —

Children’s plays, snowball fights —

Wreaths and creamy donuts —

Hot cocoa and wrapped gifts —

‘Tis the season.

Oh, the Humbug!

December has just begun, but the seasonal spirit is everywhere. So I’m joining in with a skeptical Christmas poem. What do you think?