No. 85: Christmas Day , 2006

It's Christmas day
Christmas pop songs piped out
Family dos and no family don'ts
It would remind you if you're alone .
And all the preaching that goes on
Time for the pastors to reclaim their own
And remind us that what we celebrate
Is the birth of a king
A king who came to save us all
By his sacrifice (they say)
We are saved , yes all of us
Not just those who joined the club.
Now look ,now we know this, look around
Every body's happy .
Millions everyday suffer a miserable existence
And as long as they know that Jesus loves them
they can sigh with relief and carry on .


Christmas day and year after year we thank and praise
and worship and adore and beg at the feet of our symbols
Lest we descend into idolatry .
Christmas day switch on the net and a billion cybersouls
All floating , soaking , watching ,searching , sharing information.
Lost at sea no one in sight to read this floating bottle .
Christmas day it came and it went away .
So glad it's all over . No more sentimental pop
Or variations of the same stale party theme.
The agonising and the rows , the bad vibrations shared all round
Were like a toast of hate in a glass.
Some time to think maybe , some days off
This the gift the Gods have allowed
Time to slow down and contemplate what it was that
Had been in mind.


Christmas day and all is glowing lights flashing
And yes people praying
In far away lands , the non 'Christian' folk
We've punished the bastards and now they're finishing it off!
And pray as they tear themselves apart.
The weather's got better , a lull before the storm
I had my coffee in the garden without a coat.
And cakes and cola and whisky and wine and meat from
all over from tortured game and swine.
The demagogues and celebrities and all the the constituents
Of a stable oligarchy can join with you and
celebrate, It's good to be a part of all this.
And now it's drawing to a close I ask myself
Well was it worth it ?, was it worth the whole divine plot?
Creator and Son or Creator and Co.
Still in business , and so around we go and go.


Christmas day and people all around, yet I am alone
Alone with so many .
All that we invested and all the expectations
have come to this and rubbish sacks at the door
Not picked up for a few days yet
Who can read this message and what good will it do?
Christmas will be over ,or not celebrated there.
Who will save me and set sail to this point
To find a computer generated message playing 'lost at sea '
Just one more time.
And so the party goes on and on and on
Bodies shaking and letting 'it' all out and
Taking it all back from the other end.
Oh what cheer and good will ..
We've got to catch him and crucify him still!