My classes were cancelled
And school kids are home
Because of the holiday
Named in this poem.
No alternate parking,
In New York, at least,
So Muslims can gather
For prayer and feast.
When I was a teacher,
No calendar showed
This holiday, so
No vacation was owed.
Our “melting pot” image
Is surely intact
When days off are given
And how we react
Depends on our views -
Some support; others scoff.
I suspect those who like it, though,
Have the day off.
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