Dedicated to my brother, father and mother, for Christmas day 2021!
In the power and majesty,
Of an engine of steam.
Is a broad, glowing and riveting silver.
Wading through the green sky above.
A wealthy industrialist,
Is standing in the mud.
In a bid to defeat,
The mighty Santa Claus.
“Even Santa himself,
Hath not the power.
To quell the might,
Of iron and silver.”
Thus saith the villain,
With metal teeth and silver hair.
A heart of iron,
And a mansion of pure gold.
And so he continued:
“Power is greater than love,
And wealth is more kind than friendship.
Charity is for the weak,
And faith for those of feeble mind.”
“In times of old,
On Christmas day.
Little children,
Would honor St. Nicholas.”
“No longer shall they come,
To delight in simple things.
But rather in machines,
Which destroyeth all the earth.”
“There is no need,
For sky, tree and earth.
Only for machines, wealth and oil.
For consumption, glory, status and reputation.”
“I will take away from them,
The need for generosity.
And teach them the desire,
For pride and simple gain.”
“But first I must destroy Santa Claus,
From the heart of every child.
Before I can destroy,
All the forests and the oceans.”
Then the mighty industrialist,
Went up to Capitol Hill.
And he bribed every politician,
With his great fortress of wealth.
A law was passed,
Beneath the morning sun.
That every parent should be arrested,
Who mentions Santa Claus.
And that any teacher who mentions,
The burning of the earth.
Through the pollution of industry,
Would be punished on Christmas morning.
Then Rudolph the Reindeer,
In a panic of great fear,
Fled with passion and fire,
To the cold and icy north.
Into the hall,
Of silver and ice.
With the elves all around,
In the chant of Christmas time.
Then Rudolph said to Santa,
“Old Saint Nick,
I come with great fear.
That true Christmas is dead.”
“Instead, there is the great folly of greed,
And the earth is set on fire.
And nature disrespected,
In the name of industry and wealth.”
“No longer do,
The people sing of love.
No longer do they praise,
The earth of God’s creation.”
“Instead do they praise,
The works of human hands.
And they glorify machines of luxury,
Even as the poor cannot eat.”
“Just as in ancient times,
As with the calf of gold.
The false God of materialism,
Has blinded the heart of love.”
“No longer do the children,
Of the rich and the mighty.
Share their wealth,
With the children of the poor.”
“For the true Christmas is dead.
And the earth and the poor are dying.
I fear the true faith is dead.
With a false Christianity remaining in its stead.”
“For the earth is burning,
In a terrible blaze of white.
As the sky above,
Is in the horror of the clouds.”
“For the God of money,
Has stolen Christmas day.
And the poor remain oppressed,
By the destruction of the earth.”
“The greed of industry,
Has stolen the halls of power.
The people remain unknowing,
Of the burning of the forest.”
“The children of the world,
Shall no longer have an earth.
And they shall no longer walk,
In the purity of air.”
“Instead they shall perish,
Without a hope for the future.
All their dreams shall be lost,
By the power of wealth and greed.”
Then Santa looked down from his throne,
With a thought of great sadness.
He ripped his red hat,
And began to cry.
“The true faith is lost,
Of love for the poor and for the earth.
And in its place remains,
A new Christianity.”
“A Christianity of materialism,
With disdain for the poor.
A Christianity of wealth,
With disdain for the earth.”
“No longer do they remember,
My deeds of ancient times.
When in the form of St. Nick,
I gave to the poor.”
“In little stockings did I give,
To help the meek and lowly.
With all of my heart,
In the teachings of love.”
“Now do they teach,
To only give to the rich.
The luxuries of gold,
Through the destruction of the earth.”
“Stolen are the halls of power,
To the powers of industry hath they been lost.
And the earth is now,
So very close to destruction.”
“No longer is Christmas,
A day for the poor.
It remains instead,
A day for industry.”
“And yet it remains,
My solemn duty.
To resurrect,
The truth of Christianity.”
“I shall call upon the Saints,
To help me in this fight.
And I shall call upon the elves,
In this great struggle for the earth.”
And so on the night of Christmas eve,
Santa gathered all the Saints and elves.
And he planned not for giving gifts,
But to protest for the earth.
And the next morning,
Beneath the sacred sun.
Were all the children of the world,
Standing on the streets.
Each and every child,
Demanded their rights alone.
Not wishing for a single gift,
But only for the earth to remain.
In the great fight for climate justice,
Gathered every tree and animal.
Standing in the cold,
With solidarity for the children.
The birds and children sang,
Of the glory of the stars.
The owls and children sang,
Of the beauty of the forests.
The wolves and children sang,
Of the clarity of moonlight.
The doves and children sang,
Of the plains of silver sand.
The turtles and children sang,
Of the mountains and of the deserts.
The foxes and children sang,
Of the beauty of the farmland.
The goats and children sang,
Of starlight in the oceans.
The pigs and children sang,
Of sunlight in the rivers.
And all the earth and children sang,
With the power of a holy song.
And the lamb stood bravely in the front,
With soft and furry legs.
Coming out from the mouth,
Of that blessed little lamb.
Came forth a single rainbow,
Which covered all the sky.
The adults came out in awe,
So as to search for their children.
Shock remained within them,
The most blessed day of Christmas!