The Dock of Christmas Vacation

Decorate the tree with a dress of greens and reds,
see it has potential without a power outlet.
Yet, the star means nothing unless plugged in,
like landscapes soaked in sunlight— then buildings crash in.

Technology curls past the crevices of the mind,
the rope that loops around stone,
television, computers, phones galore,
a Christmas gone blind from false beauty.

Dawn dances down ditches,
while many act “practical” and surface minded.
These boxes of ribbon, gifts and materials,
are just a few fish in the sea of why?

Solemn sea so strictly stern,
do any I dare continue down this dock?
What is one to do…
when replica mangers have electric light-bulbs?

Has the sun become over-rated,
strangely over one winter vacation?
Back to a time when mangers were bright without bulbs,
and stars didn’t have to be plugged in…