It’ll be an old fashioned Christmas,
with Santa due down the chute.
I bet he Purells his reindeer,
and Lysols his hazmat suit.

It’s an old fashioned Christmas.
We’ll all have on our masks,
and our muffled yuletide carols,
will be just like seasons past.

We’ll observe all the guidelines.
We’ll eat six feet apart.
We’ll have disinfectant under the mistletoe,
and keep safety in our hearts.

Sure, it’s an old fashioned Christmas.
One unique to the times.
The love this year might be careful,
but the feelings are genuine.

Resolutions cause me no rest
they are never solutions

The village church
Mission,
pursuing the glory of God,
so it works
Is it control or rebirth
Government strings,
controlling the mass,
or community
gospel - centred,
Impression crash,
perhaps impertinent,
and, impudent,
tactless brash,
focus multiplication,
of sheep conditioned,
community lash
During the Plague,
impact on religion
swayed,
many believed,
punishment,
for sinful ways
Few priests left
service maroon,
no maintenance room
Middle ages Christianity
eliminated faiths
Referred to as pagan you,
a mixture
of peaceful conversion,
military conquest to
Dysregulation of Pagan people
Phew!
can't have nature, and people
as one delegation,  
let's call it Christianity,
and re - inject the nation


© 2020  Carol Natasha Diviney