Monday, December 23, 2013

A Christmas Poem that doesn't involve A Visit from Saint Nick


Christmas is really
for the children.
Especially for children
who like animals, stables,
stars and babies wrapped
in swaddling cloths.
Then there are wise men,
kings in fine robes,
humble shepherds and a 
hind of rich perfume.

Easter is not really
for the children
unless accompanied by a 
cream filled egg.
It has whips, blood, nails,
a spear and allegations 
of body snatching.
It involves politics, God
and the sins of the world.
It is not good for people 
of a nervous disposition.

They would do better to 
think on rabbits, chickens
and the first snowdrop
of spring.
Or they'd do better to 
wait for a rerun of
Christmas without asking
too many questions about
what Jesus did when he grew up
or whether there's any connection.

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