The shepherds were accused of rustling sheep
the three wise men kept schtum
the short stay hostel closed its doors
and Jesus didn't come.

Another day down Christmas way with beggars begging bread and junkies on the corner lights,some high and some half dead.
Oh joy of joys and kiss the boys goodbye for me,
I'm setting sails across the setting of the sun
and Jesus didn't come.

No crisis here,all is well
we've all got used to this living hell,where the living dwell among the past the 'sell by date', and what's the creator or his son got to do with this?
****** all
we rise and fall under our own steam here and at times when it is clear we can even glimpse the sun
and Jesus didn't come