Poem: Holy Days Reborn


Once upon a time
There was this virgin
Who gave birth to
The son of God.

So go to sleep now
And some fat guy’s
Gonna break in and bring you tons
Of plastic crap
You don’t need
Wrapped in shiny paper.

Then, a few years later,
Jesus popped up
From the dead
and said,“I’m alive!
Go find some eggs?”

And they all
[for the most part]
For-happily ever after.

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