The children are overwhelmed with happiness
as the sled of Father Christmas has landed,
some do press into the queue
at Pick n Pay and shake him by the hand,
are asking why he is not bring presents right through the year,
how high his reindeer can jump
and how he is everywhere through every city and town,
in the environs of each supermarket and shop?
Where king Midas upon king Midas are counting the pieces of silver
but very few people do still tell the story of the Child,
that a saviour for all of humanity did come to Bethlehem
and nobody do notice the people in poverty that are begging
as everyone is very jolly
right through the Christmas time.
© Gert Strydom
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