by Nick Gisburne
Behold the decorations on the tree
The Christmas bones, the poisoned paper stars
We light the bleeding candles, martyrs, three
And stuff the skulls of kittens into jars
The children dance with strips of strangled skin
And entrails from the carcass on the floor
The songs of spite and sacrilege begin
We lift our cups and praise the Holy Whore
At midnight, smeared with tainted Yuletide mud
We bait the traps for Santa’s screaming deer
Impalement of the fairy, bathed in blood
Intoxicates our souls with Christmas fear
Rejoice to feel its cold, malignant stain
A season soaked in slaughter, plagued with pain
