Wear a Glove

Tristan Robert Lange

Did you know
We can now say
 
Christmas?—
 
Permission granted
From below
The pearly white gates,
In the fantasy-white throne room—
White House dripping
In its own sticky
White love.
 
Please,
Wear a glove.
 
Poet’s Note:
Happy Holidays all! 😏
 
© 2025 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.
First published on tristanrobertlange.com, December 19, 2025.
 
Tittu
 
 
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  • Author: Tristan Robert Lange (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 19th, 2025 08:51
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  • Category: Sociopolitical
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  • Users favorite of this poem: Friendship, Doggerel Dave
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  • Friendship

    Welcome home, my friend.❤️The poem presents a satirical commentary on the commercialization and politicization of Christmas, juxtaposing the joyous holiday with a critique of authority and power, symbolized by the White House. The "permission granted" suggests a sense of irony, implying that the celebration of Christmas is now subject to approval from a higher, possibly oppressive power. The poem also touches on themes of consumerism and the superficiality of love and happiness during the holiday season.

    • Tristan Robert Lange

      Friendship, you totally named the irony right at the center…celebration and holiday greetings don't need authoritative permission. Thank you for seeing it so clearly, dearest friend. 🧤🎄🩸🙏

    • Jerry Reynolds

      Good write, Tristan. Happy holidays.

      • Tristan Robert Lange

        Thank you, Jerry, Much appreciated, my friend! 🧤🎄🩸🙏

      • sorenbarrett

        Satire on something that needs that and a bit more as well. Nicely said Tristan

        • Tristan Robert Lange

          Indeed. Thank you for seeing it clearly, my friend. Much appreciated, as always. 🧤🎄🩸🙏

          • sorenbarrett

            Most welcome Tristan

          • orchidee

            Good write Glug, erm, Tristan. lol.

            • Tristan Robert Lange

              Thank you Orchi! As I said elsewhere, this one's got Ol' Tom fiercely knitting, and not just gloves, if you know what i mean? 🤣

            • Doggerel Dave

              How difficult was it to obtain a blessing (subclass terminology), Tristan? I feel hesitant now to use the term ‘Festive Season’ without the proper authority….
              (You will know I enjoyed this fun write..!)

              • Tristan Robert Lange

                LOL! Hard? 😅 Hard hearing Agent Orange Menace claim it, that's about where the difficulty sits. Utter ridiculousness, Dave, But, you and I are more than well aware of that! But hey, he really adds the orange zest to the fruit cake, no? 🤣 Thanks again, Dave. I truly appreciate your humor, thoughts, and am glad you enjoyed, my friend! Don't forget your glove now. It's a sticky situation! 😜

                • Doggerel Dave

                  Three days now to eat the cake..........evidently !

                  Might need them if so sticky......

                • arqios

                  Still too scarred to try and say it, even in my head. LOL... It's been a rude awakening. Power poem here, Tittu. 🕊️🙏

                  • Tristan Robert Lange

                    LOL! I know, right?!?! Thank you, my dear friend! Glad it delivered!🧤🎄🩸🙏



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