It’s Advent, so I’m reposting this:
The song he was listening to proclaimed,
“The Christmas we get we deserve.”
Just what he loved: an alternative song
Making fun of the culture to which
His parents belonged.
That’s why he was here on his own at Christmas;
He shut himself up in his room,
Proud to be different and not to join in.
He’ll reluctantly put his head round the door
When the dinner begins.
He tries to concentrate on his comic-
A rare collector’s edition.
But then he hears his sister’s laughter
Sounding so happy downstairs as
She opens her parcels.
Maybe he should go down after all,
Take part in this tiresome ritual.
The family might be afraid it is them
Instead of conventional customs
That he wants to condemn.
He tries to be resolute,
Not to give in,
But somehow, I think he will join them soon
With a bit of a guilty grin.
Last year some people seemed to think this was a Christian poem, but it isn’t really. I do respect Christianity, after all my Mum was a Christian. But I’ve studied so many spiritual paths that are treated as the opposite, like Chaos Magic and Paganism, and it’s those that have been the inspiration for all my writing.