A new name has been added to the list.
So Father Christmas knows that you exist.
The elves spelt

If not frozen water, I see pure love snows
And echoes the times of the old
The richest of blossom

christians think
God became human to know
what a skinned knee’s like.
to receive the thump of

Blessed be the child who is born under the star of Bethlehem.

May he be at one with the

The TV set flickers
It’s seven o’clock and
Rudolf’s coming on
channel 10
My red PJ’s fit

It was New Years of that year
All I've ever Loved so dear
Was coming between somewhere
There

Astrological alignment.
Gold, frankincense, myrrh.
Destiny's child.
Prophet and
Mystic, healer

Thinking of those travelling to their ancestral lands, the ones who are fleeing their lands, those

May the stars sparkle and guide your way.
May love come to you in the smile of a baby.
May your

Since I left being a Santa,
I have always dreamt of a Santa,
I now have a Santa.
Creatively

‘Is it me,’ she cries, ‘or the spirit of the tree,
hanging from a frosted branch and smiling back

In a sparklingly cold dawn
A blackbird warns "Here! Here! Here!"
Fallen leaves shatter
Mud

And then came the part where he asks the congregation

to join him in a moment

A north wind blows an ash hot gale.
A scarabaean plague descends.
And pregnant clouds that should

Yuletide log
Christmas carols
Snowmen, reindeer
Brightly lit windows
Children and adults in

It is Christmas eve and all the little ones are sleeping in bed with thoughts of all the things they

This year Christmas
Will really be for me
My very own Xmas
Which I never thought I would see

stems of viburnum
shoot straight up out of the snow
piled around their feet

later, in the

morning’s midnight cold
to Gatwick’s gate
If I get there early you
won’t escape me
and every

Put down the cheap gift wrap
and don your true antlers.

String bells, whistles, lights and

healing strength comes to you
any time you blow illusions away,
any time your heart calls

Amputee shepherd
Cow, donkey, goat
Grandma's nativity

Chosen astrologer
Gold, frankincense,

1 Kicking up piles of foliage,
the wind tries to enter my house.

2 I can see my

I don't have a lot
in a Christmas regard

I don't have Photoshop skills
to craft you a card

I

The holidays

A moment of silence to the ones that left us
A moment of silence to the one that

I buried you deep under snow
but gold leaf dripped from your dead mouth
calling me back

The Holly clots
with Christmas blood -
oozing from the wounds
of her own jagged

The Christmas gift
That will please everyone
Is free...
No online shop,
No queuing in the

The gully breeze prophesies a bushfire.
Phone calls, plans and decisions are made.
Children and

The smell of pine, a glass of wine,
A toast to days gone past…
The children sing a Christmas

As the bells ring out for Christmas –
Presents lay beneath the tree,
Children dream of Santa

When the bells ring out for Christmas
And you’re locked up in a cell –
And you’re cold and down

It’s Christmas Eve, I’m here in jail,
At home the kids sleep top to tail…
‘Waiting Santa in the

Little blackbird sing
Through the darkest night on earth;
Joyous, greet the dawn

The old lady waits cold,
Bundled in thick protecting layers


Against fat swirling

You have to know a good recipe,
But also what can be added
And what can be left out;

You

The oily Holly drops scripted clots.
Drips encrypted globules,
on violated vellum, laid

Of Snow,
and sugar,
pine
and warmth,
of light,
Familiar faces,
And the knowledge that it’s a