Christmas Song 2014
Ring out the bright bells to welcome the Baby,
parcels of gold at the foot of the trees,
sing with the bright bells, for this is the season
for tasteful bibelots to flatter and to please.
Your table set up for feasting not fasting,
glasses of crystal and porcelain rare,
put magnums of bubbly by the new sofas,
thank the God Plenty there’s caviar to spare.
What of the young girl and what of her Baby,
at the Inn no room, no cradle for ease,
stars in the dark sky and angels watch over,
oxen and asses sink down upon their knees.
In our selfish world too little to offer
homeless and hungry, the victims of war,
while we sit dazzled and full with rich living
the Baby weeps for the plight of all the poor.
We who who once perceived this chasm between us,
ignore the tortured, the lost and the lame
these who are loved by the God of compassion,
these are the sad souls to whom the Christ child came.
All of us should now be neighbours and brothers,
feeding the hungry with food from our hoard
give shelter and trust to folk who have nothing,
love to the loveless, and glory to the Lord.