The room was bright, the sun was up as he groaned and opened his eyes

His all consuming addiction to hatred left him hungover as last night’s anger lit up the night skies

Because now all that fake holiday spirit was thrust again on the public and someone has to pay

He’s learned to despise this season with all the plastic decorations, prejudiced well wishers and Santa’s faded sleigh

Forget the fact that kids might for a short time believe in something good

Their parents should concentrate only on his philosophy, understand he’s right and then he won’t be misunderstood

He was dealt a bad hand by being one of the chosen few born a free-thinker in the USA

Preaching regularly he renounces all capitalism as that only leads to society’s decay

Longing to be recognized as a freedom fighter and rally the socialist ranks to overthrow the government oppressors

His persona had been formed early by public education and pretentious leftist professors

Harshly passing judgment on those saps trudging to work every day to earn a living wage

Serving only to fuel his inner resentment of having no bankable skills or sense of responsibility both stoking his barely controllable rage

And now he has to listen to those unauthentic holiday greetings and wishes of good will

Well, he has news for those chumps. A revolution is coming and this ain’t Whoville

Laughing to himself, he knows who’s right and those despicable fools can sing Jingle Bells around their pathetic celebration

Content in his knowledge it’s only a matter of time before this yearly occurrence falls victim to cancel culture politicization