Happy Christmas
The Good Ship Christmas
The good ship, Christmas, docks once a year.
In the chart room is found much cheer;
peace among the sails and stays
and, at the tiller, love so tender.
The port turns out to greet the berth
with tales and food and songs of praise
and mirth among the fenders,
while clinging beneath the waterline
are barnacles of disbelief.
From fear and anger, stress and doubt,
the ship brings much relief.
And when the songs have all been sung,
the wine’s been drunk, there’s no more cake;
the crew casts off, the ship sets sail,
and leaves us bobbing in her wake.
C A Earnshaw 7/7/19
