Do you think they knew?
Huddled in the stable on a crisp cold “December” night.
Animals & Kings. Shepards & Virgins. Wisemen & Angels. Him.
Whether you believe or not.
Its a touching sentiment.

Do you think they knew ?
That theirs was the first of 2012+ to come
Their celebration of his birth.
Would haunt humanity forever.
Every shop, Every house, Every child.
Because of him.
Man or Myth.
Still it's a nice idea.

Do you think they knew?
That, that modest celebration would become a global phenomenon.
That the few would become Thousands.
And the gifts would become... Frivolous.
Giving would become wanting.
Still, its a lovely time.

Do you think they knew?
That the Shepards and Wisemen would become Superstores and Marketing executives.
That Soft drink corporations would control our holidays.
That getting gifts for loved ones would become battlefields.
That children whose beliefs were any different should be alienated and bullied.
That their love would become ...something else.
Still, some of the songs are quite catchy.



I wish you a Merry Christmas. I really do .

Sleep is a cruel joke.
A mere mockery of death.
I sleep forever.

In the dream it's raining.
Its always raining.
Every time.
That sweet song of raindrops pitter-pattering against concrete and steel.
The city’s silence.
And in the dream there’s a man.
Lying there in the rain.
But he's not special, I don’t know how I know that but I know I do.
He’s just a man.
Nothing more.
Nothing less.
And there are people in the rain.
  Moving along the pavement stepping around this man.
Not stopping.
Not looking.
Not caring.
And in the dream there is a boy.
And he is looking.
He is looking at the man.
And he is looking at the world.
The world in the dream.
He is looking at the man in the world in My dream.
My world.
And he is crying.
He doesn’t know the man.
He doesn’t know me.
But he knows the world.
Hidden behind bedtime stories and brightly coloured Television.
Behind grown ups and their lies.
Behind advertising.
The world behind the *******.

My world.
And he is crying.
Because he knows the truth.
That it wont change.
A man lying in the rain in the gutter is an awful sight for a child.
But he knows it wont change a thing.
Nothing will he thinks.
But he is wrong. So wrong.
I don’t know how I know this, but I know that I do.
This boy will change the world.
Because the world one he sees is not the one he wants to.
And so he shall change it.
Lest the boy become the Man.
And so it changes.
All because of that man in the rain.
And that is my dream.
Every night.
That dream.
The dream with the rain.
Its always raining.