This must be Christmas

 

I’m sitting watching adverts

For things I’ll never need

Made to appear irresistible

And pander to mans greed.

I’m sold a dream of Christmas

 That happiness is contained

 In gaudy transient baubles

That tantalise my eyes and brain.

I’m propaganderised to believe

That I need so much food

The sight of all those double portions

Really is quite lewd.

And quietly in a stable

Was born the prince of peace

His gift to man eternal love

Isn’t that all that we need?