i’m dreaming of a supreme christmas
one that’s not like christmas at all
one where gifts just turn up
under a camelthorn tree
with its beautiful thin white thorns
.
i’m dreaming of a matchless christmas
one that’s not like christmas on that farm
where the water was so brackish
one could hardly drink it and
i thought of the cattle that had no choice
.
i’m dreaming of a sublime christmas
one with few christmas people in it
who will not shop and cook and plan
and panic and shout and rush but rather
be still and calm and oh please, unflustered
