Oh how the tree glitters like snow.
And will the forest miss it anyway?
Celebrate and decorate; cover everything with empty tinsel.
The carol singers pirouette,
And we graciously grant them more than indifference.
One penny here, one reluctantly there,
“Wouldn’t you hate to be so poor?”
We sink our teeth in lakes of gravy,
(Harland and Wolff would be so proud.)
Our chins drip fowl grease; not sick for want of food – too sick to stomach more.
Santa’s workshop drips as well; his elves are little Chinese kids.
“Well, don’t their parents love them?” Because we know to show we do.
And the rest of the world can wait,
For this one lovely Winter’s day.
When we share for sharing’s sake – never just for force of tradition.
And the Christmas shoppers flock the tree,
Shoving in consternation,
I see their eyes light up like magpies’.
And oh how the tree glitters like snow.
As the other birds weep.
A white Christmas,
The coldest time of year,
When we paint our consciences to match our skin.