“The people walking in darkness have seen a great light; on those living in the land of the shadow of death a light has dawned.

Isaiah 9:2

“God is coming.”

That was the rumour. That was the story.

“The King is coming in his glory!

Make straight the path, prepare the way,

The Lord could be here any day!”

Tommy’s expecting: he doesn’t know what.

He hopes it’s not something he’s already got.

He’s asked for a ball and he’s asked for a bike;

He’s seen on TV a new game that he’d like.

In the weeks before Christmas, the trees are chopped down,

Express mass transported to cities and towns,

To be sold and rehomed, hung with tinsel and lights

That twinkle away through the long winter nights.

We gather around them, give gifts and make merry,

Devour the chocolate and knock back the sherry,

But what does this seasonal centrepiece mean?

Christmas is coming! Hang up that stocking!

Get down to the shops, for the clock is tick-tocking…

There are presents to purchase, cards to be sent,

A fridge to be stocked, hard-earned cash to be spent,

A tree to be bought — go authentic or fake?