Merry Christmas
I am
a simple man.
From the land of sand.
Where once,
Wise men crossed
barren deserts
to witness your birth.
And once,
I drifted.
Lived in
a large metropolis.
Believe me,
My lord,
I felt the spirit
and angels and all.
When religious genes
burst in
December,
When people must unwind.
I remember,
A last terminal.
At water,
My station.
Where I sat down
with saints,
Kind creatures and birds.
Disturbed!
Disturbed I was,
When a strange
Father Christmas man
yelled in my face.
He slapped me so hard
on my tender shoulder.
"Merry Christmas"
boy!
He said.
He yelled,
As he walked away,
Ho Ho Ho
Ha ha ha.
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