Lingo-symphonic Christmas Carve-up

Another holiday season
 pumps its celebratory punch
 through my mutant veins:
 filling shiny pine-green boxes with love
 and perpetuating my precarious survival
 not just starkly but markedly
 with renewed and darkened love
 on angel-trumpeted cards
 politely scrawled on
through a blood-tinged white silk-glove...

and I observe
 what a marvelous gravity
 it is
 that pulls us together into
 these memory-haunted-woods
 to dwell in sociality
 these cold golden-solstice weeks
 which test the strongest
 and so strain the weak and wizened
 while yet by grand and unifying grace...

it strengthens our sacred communal streak