WARY CHRISTMAS

Happy holidays.
See the mistletoe?
I offer it
in place of a flag
to you
in hopes
of kissing out fight goodbye.

Which brings us to
our uncivil war
with words as weapons
and insinuation
and shame and lies
and an occasional thrown drink
and talk of whores.

I don’t want to hate you anymore.
I want to get past it
move on
become more Buddha-ish this Christmas
and practice peace.

I don’t want to hate you anymore.
Haven’t we argued long enough?
And for what?
Where did it all start?
Who can really remember?
Oh, you can?
Oh, right. Right…
Uh huh.
Well, that WAS bad…

You know,
I don’t want to hate you anymore
but
you make it so damned easy.