Noel of Irony
Noel, noel, noel...
Of what meaning could this holy day hold for me?
Nothing. It was merely a day, a day marked as any other day.It meant nothing to me.
The day would pass the very same. Isolated below in this unreachable place I claim years ago as sanctuary. My sanctuary was my prison as well, with society being my jail keeper. I could not venture outside as others. No, if such a brazen act was committed, I surely would be captured and be kept in chains in a cage as the freak I am.
This holy day, people kept it by intoxication and hungering like dogs fro favors and trinkets of all sorts. Quite good of them to remember Christ's birth by ignoring the least of these, and gorging on the choicest of morsels, while donning on excess of clothing, then stumbling in their stupor to a church and feigning such ludicrous piety, muttering memorized prayers like the drone of a mill.
On the other side of society, people huddled in shacks comprised of remnants of planks ad rags, their substanc