Give to me your children he beseeched, I
cannot save your souls of the disease that
anchors you to paths astray – I’ve tried to
teach the error of your ways and failed.
Your children I can save as innocents in
reach of true salvation; let me take them
to a safer place. And where would be a
sanctuary with guarantees the sceptics
cried, a haven in a craven World – whom
do you admit you answer to with licence
to prevaricate? Not the same pontificate?
Why yes indeed, there is but one, he says.
You’ll see reflections of his face in all the
children’s blissful smiles on Christmas day.
© 23 December 2007, I. D. carswell