Youngsters are dreaming of Santa
Their block of heavenly gifts in counter
Elders are thinking of barter
As delicious animals think of how discriminatory Jesus’ birth is
So pray in chants
For the slaughter of all machetes
Just as saucepans pray
For all fires to taste their heats
So their bruised minds will quench themselves
To save their asses
Drinks dream of their journeys through throats
At least rum, whisky and apios know
They will burn their routes a little in revenge
Such varied expectations
For same celebration
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015

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