And your mother a mound of manure
And your father steaming excrement
If your father is the devil
And your mother mammon
And your sister vile
And you don’t even get a card
Filled with insults and invective
Or an empty box to open
To remind you of your heart
All the skin picked from it
Like ribbons torn away
Still call this Christmas merry
Only a heart that’s empty
Can be filled with light today
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