THE CHRISTMAS EVE

 Image: The Holiday Calendar

The night night still

No cockroaches in life

My house up the hill

Heard the sharpening knife

Butcher ready for the kill

Of an innocent life.

Heard heavy boots

Under the Christmas trees' roots

Suddenly, an owl hoots.  

"Oh, tomorrow it's Christmas!"

It shouts.

The stars fading

And Christmas candles

Poorly glowing

In front of the Altar

Before the cross, they bowed.

It's for their ranked stupor

Waiting for their  saviour.

The Ironic Messiah,

Was born in shame

Died long is prophet Isaiah.

Behind the rising fame,

Stands the departed name.

They once said,

"You are a liar, go away." 

Just two hours after midnight,

Life returns it's capacity.

Although there was certainical fright,

They ducked the fraternity.

Candles and torches

Held on crotches

The Messiah surrounded.

From my hut,

I saw a procession

Heading to the altar.

Their Saviour carried 

Shoulder high.

His soldiers in Rosary.

And tambourines on thighs.

Down the estuary,

On the right altar,

The Priest performs his duty

Of conducting the HOLY MASS.

One by one,

They kissed him and bowed down.

Before the Messiah, was the Priest.

I closed my window
And thanked God,

Am saved again!