Christmas … what happened?


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

So true.

That about sums up my reasons of hibernation for the day Ruth, thanks.

Maybe that is why I am here in the countryside here in

France and not the glitzy city of London with the banking boys

and the need for keeping up with the Beckhams.