The Christmas Footprint

On a crisp sunny morn',
I lay my new born
Upon a fresh
blanket of snow.
Before I did leave,
I fell to my knees
and at once felt
bewitched, forborne.

It hadn't been long,
something felt wrong,
so in a panic I ran,
back to the place
to see his face,
was different,
in fact it had gone...

Blood lay around,
it covered the ground;
a scene horrifically dire.
His eyes had been pecked,
a new life wrecked;
Ravens had cursed
him with fire.

I looked to the sky,
and screamed out, 'WHY?'
...Damn you, why this now?
The sky turned black,
Evil looked back
and spoke a
deathly growl...

Call this a gift:
A sacrificial pig;
I've a mind to
murder you too;
Christmas brings tears
Each and every year,
Just remember...
the gifts that
you choose.

michael
2015

Author's note: We know about the carbon footprint. This was inspired by all the people who are at the sharp end of Christmas. The sacrifice, the millions of families that go into debt trying to live up to the media hype. How about all the cheap labour making this mountain of waste. The affects of pollution from the escalated manufacturing. Then all those in countries around the world who don't even have clean water to drink let alone a poxy Christmas cracker! In the famous words,
'Do they know it's Christmas at all?'
Christmas is so commercialised that only the very rich profit. I thought Christmas was about giving, maybe I was wrong? Feeling Christmassy? Me neither!