I send you some of my dreadful Yuletide verse.
Christmas is getting worse and worse, more and more cruel and commercial. I am never published, since I am not the noble and romantic poet laureate!
Zekria Ibrahimi (aged 59) Mackenzie
THE FIRST CHRISTMAS
On that first Christmas, long ago,
There was no tinsel on the tree,
Only the tumbling of the snow
Across ground frozen gruesomely
There were no stars on the TV,
Just one, with such an eerie glow
And Santa'ssad obesity
Lacked all its raucous ho-ho-ho.
The first Christmas was all too real,
As real as the grim, claw-like frost.
But all that we prefer to feel
Is corporate lies, commerce and cost.
No angels fly; no shepherds kneel
The truth of the stable is lost