The Vicious Circle (Holiday Edition)

Written in the style of the humorist and social commentator, Dorothy Parker.

The tinsel gleamed, the log fire roared, A festive, rather tiresome sight. Another cocktail, swiftly poured, To dull the edge of holiday light.

My friends, they prattled, sharp and bright, Of futures, pasts, and what they’d penned. “The Christmas spirit?” (What a blight!) “One hopes, old chap, it soon will end.”

A bone lay chewed, a trifle grim, Beneath the tree, so bravely decked. This Yuletide cheer, a shallow whim, A sentiment to be dissected.

The mistletoe, a silent threat, Above the gin and cutting phrase. One wonders what one truly gets From all these tedious, festive days. Except, perhaps, a moment’s grace, Before the next, dull, forced embrace.

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