In a darkened trailer park, a fat old man
Tugs the white false-beard off his grey stubble,
Tosses the red suit in a rumple on the floor.
With puffy, squat fingers, he lights up a cigar,
And fumbles grotesquely for the remote control.
As he slouches back, with a grunt, in front of the telly
In his easy-chair, stained and
Worm-holed with cigarette burns,
Mrs. Claus emerges from the kitchen,
A bloated-faced behemoth, cross and scowling.
"Santa! St. Nicholas!
Satan! Old Nick!
Get off your ass,
You fat, lazy prick!"
George Chadderdon © 1995