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I came two weeks before Christ,
not tender nor mild, from the womb I came a-wailing âsilent night! â,
but Iâll give you something to believe in.
Youâll see three ships sailing in.
Iâm a frail evergreen, be a bauble hanging off of me,
pine needles aâpricking at your bare feet.
Iâll be anything you want of me, carrot nosed encased in snow.
An angel teetering atop a tree, vomiting from vertigo.
If youâll be mine for Christmas:
a doe to a deer.
Iâll be home for Christmas,
and home will be here.
Iâm three sheets to the wind,
but the wind is a sleet, and this sheet ainât one of snow to play beneath,
and my nose is red, from the whiskey.
Iâm Boxing Day game away.
Shirtless cherubs on the terrace, singing hymns, praying the saviour scores today,
and that he is one, but not the only.
If youâre looking for me, follow any star
âcause I will be around, no matter where you are.
Iâm CCTV video late night on Christmas Eve,
window shopping in full Santa suit,
blind drunk on the high street.
Never got a gift, gold, frankincense or myrrh
and never wouldâve cared if you could just have her.
Iâm Christmas morning stumbling home up the cul-de-sac,
flanked by kids upon new bikes,
stabilizing my walk back.
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