Christmas, candles lit
in welcome windows
Christmas, shopping buy
buy buy and screw the budget
Christmas, overeating venison
hit the booze pop the champers
get pissed while millions
all around the world will starve
to death during Christmas,
without a home; Christmas
in a cardboard box outside
Christmas, new expensive
clothes for wild and sex-filled
parties fucking up a happy
marriage or two or more
making matches that won’t
last over the New Year
Christmas, drunken fights
in pubs and in the street
Christmas, chic diamonds,
bored dining at the chic silver
crystal and over-boring restaurant
soft Christmas music in the
background fake laughter
all around, much of the
excessive chow left over
thrown out, it’s Christmas.
Christmas, ‘must go to
the in-laws, bloody hell’
Christmas, ‘family get-
together’ only once a year,
thank G-d! Oh, shit, He’s
also in the Christmas scene
together with His Son
Christmas, Birthday of
the Saviour who was
not saved … just like
that soldier in a far-off
foreign desert land
fighting in the name of
G-d or the present leader
of his saviour country, even
during what they still call
The Merry Christmas Season.
Christmas again.
I cannot help but wonder
each and every year
what –
in G-d’s name –
what the hell
ever happened
to Christmas,
Peace On Earth?
© 2006 Ruth Deborah Rey