Deep Space Christmas

Deep Space Christmas God is busy this time of year attending to the billions People’s needs, guiding reindeer, assisting Santa, counting souls Helping with the naughty/nice boys and girls Even Craigslist needs some tweaking here and there And other things too numerous to know or mention here God is the great Creator out there at all times At Christmas He moves faster than the speed of light He has to keep up with popular demands Stars and universes don’t create themselves you know He rides great rivers of dark matter like a magic carpet That move along ribbons of space and time Cosmic phenomena built on great speeds increasing every second Millions of parsecs wide and longer than known universes They curve through cosmic landscapes and glide to the beyond God looks out at the great black void And with legions of pretty angels by His side The wondrous design begins again Everyone knows that thousands of angels can dance on the head of a pin It is common knowledge that each celestial creature has that gift They carry within their deep deep pockets, (just below the wings) Thousands of other angels dancing on their own individual pins But did you know these same tiny angels grow? They expand larger than most universes With multi-color baskets by their side God directs them to toss assorted planets From blue baskets into the great unknown Over there to be precise, to the right and upward And somewhat just beyond that spot The yellow baskets have suns and quasars with special protective shields To shield the angels from wing singes and radiation fields They throw thousands at a time by pure design And since suns are too hot to handle, they throw them fast and throw a lot Black baskets hold black holes, dark matter and a scattering of exotic things God pulls them out real slow due to weight considerations and mysteries Orange baskets hold more void but more about that later We don’t want to distract you from the Creator Back at Earth He takes his favorite creation by the hands Men and women die all the time He looks at each and every one of them with His bright kind eyes At that moment they are the only thing in His universe Don’t cry. You are not applying for a job He holds them as his own and welcomes them home So grab a basket from an angel and let’s get back to work Universes don’t build themselves you know