Spoiling the landscape at ChristmasThis is a time for goodwill and for peace
as we remember friends and fatten geese,
a time for Silent Night and midnight mass,
a time for thoughts of poverty to cease.
I do not want to see you when I pass,
sitting, bowl outstretched upon your ass.
It serves to spoil the joyous atmosphere
by making me feel guilty of my class.
Around this time of Christmas and good cheer,
the warmest and the coldest time of year,
when stress and money worries just increase,
would you, for just one month, not disappear?
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