Old Time Christmas Unicorns

Unlike Pegasus, they had magical horns, now no unicorns are left despite the lack of any government import bans. It was a Christmas season In East London, Tiny Tim and the fat goose had been killed off in distant wars, the goose received the George Cross for gallantry (posthumously), and little crippled Tim was shot by us for running away from a hail of bullets. Mum and Dad had hidden in a cellar while Unicorns died left and right; they had given up on Christmas - we just listened to it on the radio. Back then it was a monochrome world, and grey was as good as sunlight to us. There were minstrel shows, but people of any color were not allowed… no one defined what ‘not allowed’ meant. The Jews were blamed for the lack of Unicorns everywhere. It was a time for reflection, and reconciliation, a time to regroup the happy forces of Dickensian novels and shove them in the faces of Unicorn deniers. Later in that holy season, gay folks were invented, we had to all stop being ‘gay’ or even moderately content, but we kept our belief in unicorns’ in a typically English half-hearted way.