The Undead Memory Poem by Michael McCoy wilson

</>It comes with bliss and lots of razzmatazz
It does merry that brings families in assemblage
It feeling is rippled in everyone alike
And its flow in the wind is with white & jollof rice
A season not only to ease our worries
But time to relax after work is accomplished
A period we adore even before it comes
Sometimes we muse-over it even after it goes
It feeling fills the likes of both young and old
It is the undead memories of birth the Christ
It’s C-H-R-I-S-T-M-A-S! Christmas time!

(31st October '11)