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Where Is the Christ (by Joe DiMino)

Where is the Christ?
In your secret room,
Shielded from sight
And criticism—
Oh! Dare not offend
The others—
Entitled non believers,
’cause, no one knows
Despite the proof
Of His Mistletoes—

From a few chosen guests
And three spiritual gifts
Come armies of elves
And mountains of Reindeer
Dung…. Where now
Heaped the Holy Child?
Beneath those piles
Of Sugar-plums…and receipts
For sums, the commercialization
Of Nicholas
Makes a good angel
Quite ridiculous…

And an infant
Sits alone, sighing
For a world resigned
To dying….


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