Four Kinds of Christmas
Four Kinds of Christmas
What kind of Christmas are you?
I like the darkness… at least it’s cheap, I keep adjusted to the gloom, the creeping doom, that soon consumes the earth in tombs, I hum its tune. Assume its tone and make my home right here in the only world we know. This world of woe. Let others throw their festive flings, I think I’ll keep my five gold rings. Four Calling Birds, Three French Hens, Two Turtle Doves, (She loves the doves.) Yeah shove it on the card above.
…No never fear my dear, I’ll pay it all… Next year. For now we’ll drink to Christmas cheer! And deck the halls with tinselled bling, Forget what our tomorrows bring We’ll raise a glass of festive sherry, Eat and drink and be quite m… Merry Christmas everyone! And what’s your wish from me, my son? A hamper full of festive fun! With snowdrops, rainbows, furry mittens; unicorns and mewling kittens. Santa’s sleigh may bring them near, but were you good for me this year? Why YES, I think. I didn’t sink as low as some I know… although… Hey, No! Father Christmas, mind your own business! The kids might believe but they are naive. I know for certain, I see through the curtain.
But when you strip it all bare, what exactly is there? See Scrooge looks darkness full in the face, embracing the chill but he loses the will to hope The Shopper copes better, throws off fetters, wears garish sweaters, but becomes a debtor, spending now but nothing later, tending down into death’s crater. Santa offers Christmas cheer, the most wonderful time of the year, but is it real? At least Scrooge knew the deal with the dark. In this stark world can we face facts like Scrooge? Then paint it rouge like the Shopper? Proper banter like Santa, But below the Ho, Ho, Ho, can we know a truth beneath treacle?
Good news of great joy for all people? Are we able to strip back to the stable, This fable made flesh, our Maker enmeshed in the mess. To bless us, possess us, and be heaven’s Yes to our race. To embrace us in grace, evermore in our place. Pledging flesh, blood and bone. To exchange a throne for a manger. Endangering all to be present to you. To be God’s present to you. If you’re Santa or Shopper, or any such thing. If you’re shepherd, or Mary or Joseph or king. For this the herald angels sing. In Him the Light shines and all is forgiven. To you this Christmas Child is given.