Christmas wishes

It's christmas! That's the sound of hypocritical atheists singing festive songs about a messiah they fervently deny the existence of, mixed with the drunken rantings of working class people trying desperately to escape reality for one fleeting moment and underpaid teenagers totalling up your myriad of purchases of festive bullshit and ill-thought-out gifts for people you despise to unwrap on a day that was viciously misappropriated from an even older religion in the name of bigotry and genocide!

Deck the halls with boughs of holly, fa-la-la-la-la la-la-la-la!

And here's a poem:


Christmas wish.

By S.M.Curd



Every christmas I dream of you

When the nights are still and cold

I lie awake and count the hours

And feel ever so old



It's warm and bright

And holds me tight

And all around is gold



But there's a chill in the air

And now I despair



The clock ticks eerily

And you dance so merrily

And flutter so joyfully

Out of my reach, not mine to hold



As when I'm awake in the dark

And the candles grow dimmer, and calm

And at christmas I'll toast

And smile over the roast

But what I want the most

Is a christmas to spend in your arms.