Another Christmas…



Another generation wraps up hope in polished paper

Laying it under Christmas trees, unlabelled 

Because we all long for better.

Despite the darkness

We still hang lights.

Because of the cold 

We still make fire.



Another holy family sets out on dangerous roads

Carrying their own precious gift, wanting only kindness

Because we all need compassion sometimes.

Despite house prices

There are many warm rooms.

Because of hunger

We share food.



Another baby pokes the membrane between there and here

Slides out into another manger full of short straws, 

Because we all need to be held sometimes.

Despite our common comings

Every child is special.

Because of them

Our world turns.



Another Eastern ship comes in, full of Chinese electrics

Promising a flash of plastic pleasure for an hour or so

Because we all need satisfaction.

Despite the loneliness of our condition

We are ankle-deep in love.

When we are at our emptiest

We are most easily filled.