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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Little Santa Helpers Santa has outsourced his services to child labourers from Bangladesh they fit zero-sized through chimneys much easier and the leaner they are the better they share full of joy in the globalised feast of winter communion Detached they are from ‘wrongful’ beliefs and so much happier for their distant faithful relation to Christmas plus they are used to half naked toil with loin cloths draped in native design and fig-leafed in the wider scheme of migrant extortion minimum wage wasted on them but they might get some tips from little children on other sides of divides if those can catch them in glee But then there are milk ‘Ho Ho Beer’ and biscuits by the fireplace laced with incense and Prozac not licensed for young ones maybe but the booze as willing sign of cross-culturalization is surely inclusive and a Peace offering sponsored by ‘Alcohol Without Borders’ while the odd trace of Ritalin keeps ordered control Santa is not really burnt out but neo-liberal delegation is the vogue of the month and post traumatic stress drones and hoovers on his sick note nevertheless as his bonuses and shares float on Panamanian waters and now he needs a lungi as well instead of the red coat extra large without doubt as he burps in the sand The Bangladeshis meanwhile chirp in silent frost bitten nights but at least there are soot and ashes no sunburn sometimes carrots with broom sticks thereafter almost a year of ‘social’ benefits homely rest recuperation free time for Mohamed They scrub brush and sand their dehydrated skins by the Ganges until they come to accept the ‘Terms of their Trade’ bow to diversity’s splendour and discern what is dirt and what their skin colour and it’s the latter that keeps them employed 28th November 2016
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