| Got a birthday card at Christmas… it made me think of Jesus Christ
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| It said, «I love you» in small letters. |
| I simply had to read it twice
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| Wood smoke curled from blackened chimneys. |
| The smell of frost was in the air
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| Pole star hovered in the blackness. |
| I looked again… it wasn’t there
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| People have showered me with presents. |
| While their minds were fixed on other
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| things
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| Sleigh bells, bearded red suit uncles. |
| Pointy trees and angel wings
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| I am the shadow in your Christmas. |
| I am the corner of your smile
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| Perfunctory in celebration. |
| You offer content but no style
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| That little baby Jesus… he got a birthday card or three
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| Gold trinkets and cheap frankincense. |
| Some penny baubles for his tree
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| Have some time off for good behaviour. |
| Forty days, give or take a few
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| Hey there, sweet baby Jesus… Let’s share a birthday card with you |