the year comes to a close
few more days of cheer
fill our stockings
red green and gold
color everywhere
display of lights
the hunt for presents
visible at the mall
no price too high
on the holy day
eat drink and chat
little too much
year after year
the same rituals
followed to the letter
anchored in
the collective mind
the illusion of Santa
sleigh reindeers the works
the story that never
gets old
no talk of when
or if ever will
Santa retire
Be it what may
It’s a public holiday
Perhaps you didn’t know
Choc eggs are not the go
In the land of my birth
They celebrate rebirth
The son of a chippy
Himself bit of a hippie
Barefoot he walked
Savings he talked
To anyone afflicted
Full healing predicted
Noble values and morals
Dissolved all quarrels
Then he spoke of salvation
Through his family relation
His words fell on dead ears
Forsaken by his peers
Undergone a foot soak
Last dinner was a joke
Burdened by a chunky wood
Nobody then understood
Didn’t put up a fight
Staying true to his light
Having had a strong will
His message remains still
Come on now it is not funny
To celebrate the Easter Bunny
Hot buns with sweet white cross
Compensate for greater loss
Thorny wreath and bunch of nails
The devil is in details
Crying baby
In a straw bale
Side of donkey
Sheep and horse
Mum named Mary
Breastfeeding Josh
Kings in dresses
Show up uninvited
Holly Jesus
Unaware now
What a path
He has chosen
Gifts of Gold
Deadly Myrrh
Sacred Frankincense
For family to prosper
Who would have thought
Without a man’s doing
There appeared a baby
On the grounds of Bethlehem
Holly Jesus
Unaware now
What a path
He has chosen
Until he grows up
Out of step fathers nest
Loved by his mother
Protected from evil
Once the time is right
He will give his life
Bless his family
Leave behind his friends
No man on this Earth
Reached higher and deeper
His aura, breath of influence
Permeate all people
