for the children
unless accompanied by a
cream filled egg.
It has whips, blood, nails,
a spear and allegations
of body snatching.
It involves politics, god
and the sins of the world.
It is not good for people
of a nervous disposition.
They would do better to
think on rabbits, chickens
and the first snowdrop
of spring. . . .
from the poem "Christmas is Really for the Children"
by Steve Turner (b. 1949)
British music journalist, biographer, and poet
[to read entire poem, see my post "Keep Christmas With You"]
from the photographs
of Maggie Mesneak Wick
Photos elsewhere on this blog
by my cousin Maggie:
Empty Nest
The Still Small Voice of Heaven
