i’m dreaming of a supreme christmas

one that’s not like christmas at all

one where gifts just turn up

under a camelthorn tree

with its beautiful thin white thorns

 .

i’m dreaming of a matchless christmas

one that’s not like christmas on that farm

where the water was so brackish

one could hardly drink it and

i thought of the cattle that had no choice

 .

i’m dreaming of a sublime christmas

one with few christmas people in it

who will not shop and cook and plan

and panic and shout and rush but rather

be still and calm and oh please, unflustered