Christmas In June

Poem By Charles Chaim Wax

The hottest June on record
couldn’t bear it
so played Christmas songs
sung by the immortal
Slim Whitman
Chairperson Linda
thought such behavior
not profession
ordering me to stop
but my students
as I did
loved the warbling
but she said
I’d be fired if I went on
so I haled the cherished music
Two days later a note from Chairperson Linda
to see her
She began immediately, “Mr. Bernstein,
I’ve been getting calls all day
from parents complaining about
the fact I ordered you not to play
Slim Whitman in your class. Why did
you force
the parents to call me? ”
“Perhaps they’re religious.”
I started to sweat
a moment later
toppling to the floor.
“What are you doing? ”
asked Chairperson Linda.
“Can’t function
under these conditions
need an air-conditioned room.”
“Mr. Bernstein, get off the floor.”
“I’m a human being
I deserve sympathy...”
“The issue is Christmas songs in June.”
“The issue is
the hope
of each mortal
in death’s lonely night.”

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