The "Politically Correct" Days of Christmas...

On the 12th day of the Eurocentrically imposed midwinter festival, my
Significant Other in a consenting adult, monogamous relationship gave to
me:


TWELVE males reclaiming their inner warrior through ritual drumming,


ELEVEN pipers piping (plus the 18-member pit orchestra made up of members
in good standing of the Musicians Equity Union as called for in their
union contract even though they will not be asked to play a note),


TEN melanin deprived testosterone-poisoned scions of the patriarchal
ruling class system leaping,


NINE persons engaged in rhythmic self-expression,


EIGHT economically disadvantaged female persons stealing milk-products
from enslaved Bovine-Americans,


SEVEN endangered swans swimming on federally protected wetlands,


SIX enslaved Fowl-Americans producing stolen non-human animal products,


FIVE golden symbols of culturally sanctioned enforced domestic
incarceration, (NOTE: after members of the Animal Liberation Front
threatened to throw red paint at my computer, the calling birds, French
hens and partridge have been reintroduced to their native habitat. To
avoid further Animal-American enslavement, the remaining gift package has
been revised.)


FOUR hours of recorded whale songs


THREE deconstructionist poets


TWO Sierra Club calendars printed on recycled processed tree carcasses
and...


ONE Spotted Owl activist chained to an old-growth pear tree. Merry
Christmas Happy Chanukah. Good Kwanzaa. Blessed Yule. Oh, heck! Happy
Holidays!!!! (unless otherwise prohibited by law) *


*Unless, of course, you are suffering from Seasonally Affected Disorder
(SAD). If this be the case, please substitute this gratuitous call for
celebration with suggestion that you have a thoroughly adequate day.