Comes again the time of plastic wreaths upon the door,
\ngolden popcorn bubbles oozing caramel on the floor.
\nCousin Ed, supposed dead, has stopped by for some cheer.
\nHere’s a shop where if you stop the people call you ‘dear.’
\nThere they’ve hung a bearded man outside the bullet store.
\nIn the hallway, mottled elves complain their feet are sore.
\nOn the sidewalk, Santa Claws just hit you with his bell.
\nEveryone is merry: "Watch your feet there!" "Go to hell !"
\nOh, it makes you want to heave on someone’s blinking tree,
\nboil a skunk for dinner, cast your cash into the sea.
\nWait! Is that a wise man underneath the distant star?
\nNo, it’s just some guy who wants to sell you a used car.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"