Read our current issue, below. Read Light‘s poem of the week
photo: Ana Venegas
Seasonal Décor Contest
The neighbor’s large inflatable
figures will trump our wreaths,
although his taste’s debatable:
Santa reveals red briefs
embroidered “Happy Holidays.”
A reindeer slyly beckons.
Up in an outhouse one elf stays,
peers out each seven seconds
to see a snowman grimace, clap,
and sing without a care.
Oh yes, our neighbor’s on the map.
We haven’t got a prayer.
~ Claudia Gary
(For more funny poems, read our current issue.)