Dreamer's Christmas'I am your God now!'Dreamer's Christmas8 years ago in Poetry More Like This
The scream of commercialism
Transmuted through smiling TV families
And coloured billboard ads;
Demanding we worship it
By paying out tithes to decorated stores,
Trying to buy happiness
For those we know, and for ourselves.
'It is in giving that we receive,'
And these words now are doubly true,
As we exchange our gifts and false smiles
Over dinner and the revival of family feuds.
And on the frosted sill a robin bobs,
Beaded eyes surveying us curiously as
We slump vacantly before movie re-runs
And watch 'Babe' for the millionth time.
And on a shelf somewhere sits a plastic god
Dreaming of a time when he was great;
And at the empty crossroads older spirits linger,
Wondering how it happened that we forgot them.