Destruction of Christmas
We see but we do not hear,
We hear but we do not understand
And who knows who or what we are?
In the Springtime of our lives we crawl
Towards a world writhing
in trouble and pain.
We learn to walk in a world
crippled by prejudice and hate.
We grow in a world burdened by sorrow.
But we can still look through the past
To a distant land in a distant time
To find something totally pure.
In the summer of our lives we walk
Towards a light that shines so clear.
But in the autumn, we fight to understand
How man could have taken the purity of Christmas
and destroyed it so mindlessly.
SLOW, slow, the
falls in irregular patterns
outside my door.
Silent Night, Holy Night
It's Christmas time once more