Twas The Wasteland Before Christmas
Christmas Eve is the quietest night
No beast stirs beneath floorboards, creaking
Not even The Kraken, lurking.
Stockings hang as did the unrepentant thief
Stille nacht heilige nacht
Chimney hollow, ho-ho, hollow, ho-ho
Hark, the fatman cometh.
Somnus, thy children slumber soundly, dreaming
Of sugar plums that explode, kitchenward
Where Mama shrouded in her 'kerchief, and I
In the Bellman's cap, take our wintry nap.
A-ding-ling-ling-a-ling dong.
(Vivienne, Vivienne ....Vivienne?
Did you devour the last segment of Terry's Chocolate Orange
Already?)
Oh tannenbaum oh tannenbaum
Merry xmas Jesophaia
I already have this Luciano Pavarotti CD
But ta muchly anyway.
Hosanna kneedeep in excelsis Deo
Deo, day-ay-ay-o!
Daylight come and we wanna open presents.
Ha ha, brilliant. But no magi?
Posted by: menace | December 21, 2006 at 12:17
I was thinking along the lines of "The Adoration of the Maggots" - but then, nah, it is Christmas after all.
Posted by: stephenesque | December 21, 2006 at 12:30
January is the cruellest month--credit card statements, no forgetful snow, just rain, thanks to the greenhouse effect, and my leaky convertable top makes me fear death by drowning. Full fathom five my wallet lies; know where I can get some fragments to shore up my ruins? Fortunately, if I drink enough, not only do my eyes become pearls, but I no longer hear Madam Sosostris hacking in the next room from the cough she hasn't been able to shake for two weeks.
Posted by: OutOfContext | December 22, 2006 at 22:37
Are you sure TSE didn't write this? Was it discovered among his unpublished writings? It sounds just like his work.
I like it.
Posted by: Miriam | December 29, 2006 at 16:34