They’re building Christmas in Union Square,
They do it every year, but Christ
It’s early, not even Thanksgiving,
Nowhere close and already
The peppermint colored walls
That line the village are going up.

I want to keep the shopping blitz
As far away as possible.

I’ve got enough to worry about
When I sit down and pray
With my family to a God
We take as seriously as grandpa,
I will become heavy and full,
Thoughts of dead turkeys and dead Indians.

BEN NARDOLILLI is  a twenty five year old writer currently living in Montclair, New Jersey.  His work has appeared in the Houston Literary Review, Perigee Magazine, Canopic Jar, One Ghana One Voice, Baker’s Dozen, Thieves Jargon, Quail Bell Magazine, Elimae, Poems Niederngasse, Gold Dust, Scythe, Anemone Sidecar, The Delmarva Review, Contemporary American Voices, SoMa Literary Review, Gloom Cupboard, Shakespeare’s Monkey Revue, Black Words on White Paper, Cantaraville, and Mad Swirl. He was the poetry editor for West 10th Magazine at NYU and maintains a blog at mirrorsponge.blogspot.com.


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