Plump and round, waddling out of the house
Rosy cheeks and a big black belt with a big fat buckle
Bald as a bat and smiley as a salamander
Furry animal companion jolly as can be
Skin white as snow with wooden puppet eyes
Wooden puppet eyes and a wooden puppet soul
Waddling out of the house of the black neighbors
Why is Santa man wearing a gun?
Why does he have five clones? and that’s not a reindeer!
And it’s not Christmas Eve!
Five white men waddle out of the black neighbor’s house
Searching for a reason to pull the trigger
Searching for a reason to perpetuate the disparity between
Black and white in a “free society” with “opportunity” and an “American dream”
Excuse your interruption, wooden puppet eyes
I know my neighbors and my neighbors know me
But I don’t know you and your hot lead weapon is not welcome here
Excuse your interruption wooden puppet eyes
While we were busy crossing cultural lines and getting comfortable
With each other’s skin
You brought your warrant and your hot itchy gun.
Thanks for the unwarranted reminder
Of white man’s oppression and the scars of our fathers
Of power and control and who’s in control
Of why it’s not okay to trust a white man
Even with plump rosy cheeks and a jolly grin and fury companion
We could have talked about it over dinner
But you brought it to our doorstep along with your hot lead weapon
So back to work you go and back to work I go
But listen closely Santa man while I tell a prophecy
Hope will see the end of the hot lead weapon
We’ll burry it deep in the earth and it will join the granite of old
Faith will bring forgiveness and reconciliation
And heal the deep scars of our fathers
Love will see us through our differences
So that we can hold each other’s hands and each other’s hearts
These three, and only these three will remain. And that is our work.
*This poem was inspired this morning as I looked outside my window to see five deputies searching my neighbor’s home.