How Strange – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon


“My idea of Christmas …. is very simple, loving others. Come to think of it, why do we have to wait for Christmas to do that?” Bob Hope

How Strange

How strange,
that Christmas is crucified,
its guts emptied out like
William Wallace on a bleak
field of no consequence,
and yet we claim the shell 
of the day and its saccharine 
shell to suck dry and make its
meaning, long perverted by 
the mad monks of st. banal's,
who has set everyone's teeth 
on edge with their vinegary 
story that curdles me, while
all it ever was, was a story 
of how to love in the midst of 
the chaos of life.

Copyright 2021 ยฉPaul Vincent Cannon
All Rights Reserved ยฎ


Filed under Free Verse, life, poem, quote, religion

20 responses to “How Strange – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

  1. blindzanygirl

    Paul, I canโ€™t tell you what this means to me. It puts it all into a nutshell. Thankyou.

    Liked by 1 person

  2. well said, good health and happiness to you and yours Rev!

    You will love this one …

    Liked by 2 people

  3. I love those last three lines. I hope you have a good Christmas, Paul.

    Liked by 2 people

  4. I agree with you…and bob Hope! โค

    Liked by 1 person

  5. Splendid words, Paul. Hope you had a good one.๐ŸŽ„

    Liked by 1 person

  6. Charis Counselling

    I love this poem – it made me smile but totally agree with the powerful and sobering message of it also


    Liked by 1 person

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