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April Flurry

Being Santa

Birthday

Brush Strokes

Byronic

City of Dreams

Cook and Drive

Do A Little, Leave A Lot

Ed Cases

Egg

Girl With One Track Mind (Sexhunters)

Glory Sealed

Haiku Firework

Hangover

Holiday Camp

I Fell in Love on the Northern Line

I Fought The Law and I Won

Jack Dove (Canto 1)

January Blue

Job Sonnet

Jury Service

Letter to February

Lewes (Till I Die)

Loving You

Madhouse

Meat Elegy

My Best (Wasn't Good Enough)

Odd Ends

Our Neighbours

Ownsome Valentine

Persian Sailing

Probably Not

Road Kill

Salsa

Saturday Night at the J H Tavern

Slam Door

Smoke In The Night

Snowscape

The Fight

The Last Word

The Liger

Whilst on Lose Hill

Women


Image of the baby Jesus
Blame It On The Babby by John Shaw

Christmas makes so many crabby
Whose fault is that?; blame the babby

"Telly's no good"; it's the usual reason
It's all because of the Festive Season

Credit for Christmas, the banks proclaim
Huge charges and interest is their aim

' Obscene Christmas bonuses for the City big spenders
As we celebrate Him, who threw out moneylenders

Stores need two months to mark the Christian feast
To sell electronics, Buddhists make in the East

Deep in debt, who can we blame?
Put it down to the day Jesus came!

Christmas Eve reserved for our worst behaviour
Tomorrow's the birth day of our blessed Saviour

Boys drink and drink until they spew
"Well, it's Christmas, in't it?" - right on cue

Office parties, a trap for the unwary
It's Joseph's fault, and that virtuous Mary

"Come on it's Christmas," he says, beginning to grope
Her present: a baby, no dreams, no hope

Churches desperate for a bigger congregation
Come up with an idea to entice the nation

Baby Jesus is special, but he ain't that cute
Put Him on a Christmas card in a Santa suit!

These market moulded midgets may have a price to pay
If, in sombre robes, He faces them on Judgment Day

If you believe in Mohammed, or Hindu gods hold sway
It would be sacrilege to treat your Lord this way

Blamed for his Mass, and left in the lurch
It's a time for the shops, not for the Church

Is the message of Christmas like a dead bulb on the tree?
A false wonderland and a big shopping spree?

Probably - but the message of Jesus can still be seen
In volunteers working with the sick and unclean

In families re-united at the festive table
In little ones acting out the birth in the stable

If you are a true believern have no fears
Good will has grown over these 2,000 years.



Posted: December 2007. Copyright: John Shaw.
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