• The late afternoon sun,
    Has done all to be done,
    And Light has performed 'round the world.

    She has twirled and shone,
    But now she is moving on,
    To light up a red, flying sleigh.

    On and it is a wonderful sight,
    As he soars through the night,
    Santa with his beard curled.

    People absorbed in their sleeps,
    Saint Nicholas creeps,
    That is what everyone says.

    Into your house,
    Quiet as a mouse,
    He leaves presents underneath a tree.

    Up the chimney he rose,
    And nobody knows,
    He was there until the next morn.

    When food and toys,
    Bundles of joy,
    Are unwrapped to a joyous din.

    But questioned one child,
    So innocent and mild,
    What about the beings on th other side of the globe.


    How can they hear carols,
    If all around them are guns?

    And if there is a famine,
    Can they eat their Christmas buns?

    Are there little children dying,
    While we celebrate with glee?

    While we feast are people starving,
    Are we just to blind to see?

    Can you see a baby crying,
    Using up it's last heartbeat?

    And the mother clutching his frail body,
    Her own heart sinking below her feet.

    Can you hear the bombs dropping,
    A war that will end in tears.

    Families ripped apart,
    While we nonchalantly sip on beers.

    Can you smell the sick of decay,
    Innocent people stuck behind bars.

    Can you try to imagine,
    Seeing your mother die in a cell.

    And seeing as that is how your father ended up,
    It will certainly ring a bell.

    Helping end this madness,
    Is without doubt.

    What Christmas is,
    Really about.

    By Araminta