You may not want to barge in through the chimney
'Cos at least Opportunity knocks at the door.
We'll put out the milk and the cookies
We'll sit by the tree with bated breath
But Age will serve to tell us
That it's another no-show;
For silver hair live out our golden years
Before our bronzed skin is taken
By the things we fear.
Eyes will glisten and
Hearts will listen
As radios speak of
A Berlin night of terror
After Aleppo waited in horror
and the world didn't seem to bother.
Santa,
Santa
For all your gifts
Your hand-crafted blessings to Mankind
- does world peace happen to be
one of them?
I know
they say everything is nicer in
black and white
But we're all still after colour,
chasing rainbows we cannot ride.
To paint is to taint but to sketch,
To sketch
is a means of drawing hope
from our deepest reserves and sometimes
Sometimes
That's not a bad thing.
Dust the dirt off your carousel
Whisper
Shout
(Sound like you mean it)
There is plenty
to be Merry about.
