Yuletide Connivance

Jutting lines of modern yuletide ball gowns

And suits of monetary armor wrapped around men.

Neurotically, we clamber to the top of the pyramid

Under the orders of our self-protecting Id.

Armed with whistling words and clinking champagne glasses we

Reach into the lives and down-coat pockets of our fellow guests

Yearning, yet never finding that sense of self-security we so desperately seek.