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Yule,

The cold winter solstice.

The ancient feast of midwinter.

We no longer make human sacrifice.

Or festively slaughter a boar.

To ensure the summer’s return,

We sacrifice far more.

Wealth and sanity, gone.

In the shopping and feasting frenzy.

Which some of us call fun.

This shallow, commercial, nativity.

This fusion of Pagan feast,

With the birth of Christianity,

Hijacked by the shopkeeper,

Has become a vile obscenity.

Celebrate your feast, as you will.

I’ll make no human sacrifice.

As for the boar,

For him,

It’s just too bad!