Holiday Creep St. Patrick's Day
When diplomacy fails and a nation puts boots on the ground,
There’s a normal trend that usually is proven unsound
What is supposed to be an easy in followed by an easy out
As a complacent foe is supposed to be a swift and easy rout
Drags on and on as the number of boots continues to multiply
Quick victory and easy exit events seem always to defy
Always more boots to on the field avoid defeat
In the lexicon of war, it’s known as mission creep
In the retail wars for profit, it goes by another name
But the focus and desire is pretty much the same
To avoid the stigma of retailing red ink with hopes of profit in defeat
For holiday shopping the phenomena is known as Holiday Creep
Look only to Christmas to see what is meant
Retailers desperate to get more shopping dollars spent
Christmas cards and decorations in the stores right after Halloween
TV ads and live Santas here and there now starting to be seen
Black Friday now officially starting in the wee morning at 12:01
Some retail giants even open before the turkey is carved or done
A day for a holiday becomes a weekend to celebrate
The retail profit monsters are impossible to sate
Even that icon of religious holidays from that beloved Emerald Isle
When everyone is wearing green, all want kisses and everyone has a smile
St. Patrick’s Day noted with countdowns in every bar, starting with March 18
Is now a weekend and a week of Bushmill, Guinness, Harp held by those in seas of green
This Irish poet from the Alaskan shores would celebrants more days to party never scorn
Even watching the sacrilege diluting the Black Bush with coffee true Irish should mourn
In a day, weekend, week, or soon to be maybe a month, is there more than an excuse to drink?
That wearing a shamrock and guzzling green beer somehow gives one a Gaelic however transitory link?
What image does weaving or stumbling down a street?
Slobbering a forced kiss on any unlucky colleen to meet?
A race of creative, romantic thinkers, poets and writers and saviors of Western Civ.
Propelled into the Dark Ages when knowledge almost ceased to live?
Ireland may have its share of unfortunate sots
But also a surplus of spiritual and creative thoughts
Be Irish on this day, not with far too many drinks consumed
But rather a time for some prayer and reflection in one’s creative rooms
Should you decide not, but to give the brewers, distillers, and dispensers your hard earned cash.
At least have a sober driver to avoid the late night or early morning crash!
Although St. Patrick was a master when it came to ridding Ireland of its snakes,
He is weak as a patron Saint for pardons of DUIs or treating hangover ills, chills and shakes.
© March 9. 2014 Michael P. Ridley aka the Alaskanpoet