Cuckoo Prank
Tradition held sway and little Jesus emerged from the cellar
It had been cold and dusty next to coal and a pile of potatoes
There was no water all year and wine bottles were corked up
For the joy of Christmas celebrations and the feast of the Saviour
He had not seen the light of the day for so long and he longed
For centre stage once again like an angel in lonely retirement
‘Yes’ he shouted ‘this is my nest’ as he emerged with the manger
Tinsel hung on the tree and the ornaments adorned his rebirth
‘Don’t know how Santa Claus avoids the flames but this is my show’
Out of the sheltering wrapper he came and looked at the scene
Three kings gifted the fragrance of perfume and mulled beverage
Children’s eyes glowed liked great balls of fire in anticipation
Of peace love kindness and compassion to emerge with all kin
Even the family cat would not be scolded if she ascended the twigs
The little result of virgin conception could not quite understand
Why he had been confined in his under-croft vault for so long
Was he not the glorious bearer of good tidings not just for a day
Maybe they might feed him a few gingerbread biscuits or a cuppa
And he would make a speech about halting feuds and conflicts
As well as not to feather one’s nest with neighbour’s belongings
But just as he was ready to jump into the cradle he noticed that
His place had been taken by Pinocchio with a broken off nose
30th November
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