Let not Christmas drive you crackers,
it is just a winter's day,
though not for wallabies and bushwhackers
that live the antipodal way.
Christmas should be homely,
but often it's pretence,
too fake, too shopaholic,
too much that makes no sense.
What if Christmas were an island
under cloudless starlit skies,
a place and time all silent,
till baby Jesus cries?
(lone.zone nilsburgh)
