Santa surveyed the map of the world stretched out before him, a canvas unfurled.
This year, he told Rudolf, we’ll have a new route, but I’ll still be dressed up in white fur and red suit.
We are going to travel o’er mountain and hill, stopping first in the South, where I’m certain we will
Enjoy the warm night times and fly through the air, giving our gifts to the good children there-
From the East to the West , as the evening draws on we’ll spread the good cheer as we gallop along,
From deserts to jungles, high up in the air, and then we’ll swoop down with those parcels to share,
But as we turn Northward I fear we shall find that we’ve been forgotten, our time left behind-
As nations are squabbling about who’s the best and marching and shouting in bright yellow vests.
There’s fires in the streets and the children all cower, afraid in their beds, still awake at this hour.
As countries divide and the people despair I wonder if any still know that we’re there.
I wonder if stories of an infant birth, designed to bring peace to the people of earth
Can be heard in the clamour of hatred and fear, if the presents we bring will remind them, this year
That nothing is gained by ignoring the news that the whole world relies on the different views
Of the people on earth being able, one day, to agree what is best, so to them all I say
Be kind and be peaceful, there’s plenty to do to keep this world beautiful and safe for you-
Look after the land and the rivers and seas and, at Christmas time, be loving and giving, please.
