An epitaph
To a dying day
A twenty foot xmas tree
Sparkling lights
Which say.
You are next weeks
Garbage
Yet to be bagged
Landfills child
Words are gagged.
The Christmas shoppers
Have all gone home
They wished you well
Their coins
Now thrown.
The tv channel
Spreads good news
Snow will fall
The children
Swoon.
Upon this day
They say Christ was born
No cardboard city
Or quilt
Thats torn.
No Xmas dinner
No present wrapped
Just distant carols
In newspapers
Wrapped.