Christpocolypse

 

20th December and the lights are down

Expectance in abundance

As we look around

 

 

No tinsel or snow

No time to let go

Too tired and small

No feeling at all

 

 

They say he’ll be here soon enough

Yet time will soon have had enough

But we must be ready and not wither

The time is now, we must deliver

 

 

Yet who will come I ask?

It isn’t such as tricky task

But the man in red and white

Who vanquishes problems from all sight

 

 

But it isn’t really his day

Despite how he’s had his way

It is the other that I wait for

Not to worship

But to see more

 

 

How truth is applied to belief

How the discourse changes to relief

Heaven and hell?

He can tell

 

 

Such things there are yet to find

To see what will be left behind