Dickens Christmas carol revisited by nicked saint

Frigidaire - from upper atmosphere

hammering and whipsawing debris

ferociously with an angry flare,

cuz mother nature - fed up to here

(re: envision me hands indicating

over top of head) for humanity

scurrying without a care

leaving heavy-duty footprints

blotting out those

of Santa Claus' ancestral reindeer

(and indiscriminately trouncing

flora and fauna upon terrestrial firma)

on a yearly mission where

"Neither snow, nor rain,

nor heat, nor gloom of night

stays these couriers

from the swift completion

of their appointed rounds”

to deliver yule tide

courtesy this bloke -

who haint no bobbing

crotchety old man per radical side

of the establishment,

(rather yours truly a passive activist)

but considers all tha hoo ha

over Xmas devoid of divine pride

and indignant over so much hype

prejudiced against mankind

not equally touting

t'other days of the year,

where vices many do not hide

so, I hasten to clarify, identify,

rectify (albeit poetically)

no intent to pop

any holiday balloon -

only virtue blithely doth glide

past majority intent

on grabbing, rattling

(Alice in) chains

like ghosts of christmas past

so for that reason

this liberal democrat doth chide

how mass of consumers

married materialism like a bride

forsaking fred ship

while flying high jolly roger

(ah ah ah chew...I got me a gold),

where care does in rare form abide

or if discernible with a tiny tim burr

coalescing into miserliness

and meanness like a cur

mud ginned golem

with thick wooly Fez E Wig

that easily passes faux pas fur

as protection against the brutal coldness

sans ignorant and want that murmur

barely audible in contest

witnessed by scrooge

who as fiction tries

to unfetter himself

and for the sake of

Jacob Marley begins to stir

prophetic for selfishness

and greed globally extant

per this doctrine a best buy

allows, enables and provides

well oiled machinery

of wealth held by rich gal or guy

thus shackling with no inkling

a disproportionate populace

to feel weighed

down in heavy chains

though invisible omnipotent bonds

stronger than steel straitjackets well nigh

held captive i.e. colonialism revisited,

where justice does not app ply

in this interconnected World Wide Web,

whence accolades applauded

to those who act sly - and try

cajoling, finessing, insinuating

broken, empty, grimly hollow promises

teasing recalcitrant partners

analogous to strip the willow

tis purposeless asking why

undulating, triangulating, strangulating,

et cetera in a Venus flytrap
essentially spurring me to consider

December twenty fifth nuttin

boot poppy cock

while sitting on Santa's lap,

who never gets pooped out

hopscotching across realm
resorting to his own

global positioning satellite
linkedin with every revised map

one chimney from the next

and never caught taking a nap.