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Not the Christmas Poem I was Looking for
This is not the Christmas poem I was looking for

I wanted to have candles and a tree

A light against the darkness to be shelter from the storm

A place that would be safe for you and me.


I've got the presents wrapped, and I have special food to eat

I'm singing carols fit to beat the band

I've put my baby Jesus with the pandas round the crib,

And my head down with the ostrich in the sand.


It isn't like the world was ever perfect

There's always been a weight of work to do

But sometimes there's a burden that falls heavy on us all

So it's hard to celebrate as though it's true.


More nukes, more pussy, more corruption, threats against my friends

The fear that comes on cat-feet through the dark

Of do I dare, and should I risk, be careful now, again

Let's fight to keep alight the little spark.


When all the world is shaken by a storm out of the south

When Herod is elected to the throne

Ask what would Jesus do to overturn the tables now

And act for justice even on your own.


And even on this Christmas morning there is still the light

There's beauty, snow, and trees, sun shines above,

So we dance across the cracks and open presents merrily

And stand as best we can for hope and love.




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