Sorry
Santa, but you do nothing for me. I guarantee no one ever called you a
'bastard' because of the circumstances of your birth. You were never
forced to seek refuge in a foreign land because a despotic king was
desperate to kill you.
Have you ever stood in front of a crowd
baying for the blood of an adulterous, only to say to them 'Let he who
is without sin cast the first stone'.
Have you ever said to
those that get all wrapped up in you 'Sell what you have, give to the
poor, and follow me'? In fact Santa, I often wonder how all those poor
kids who never get anything from you, or those that get some small thing
yet see other kids get heaps, feel. After all, we are told that you
give to all the good boys and girls in the world.
And Santa, I
never see you standing up against those that abuse their positions of
authority and power and use these to line their own pockets at the
expense of the common people.
But there is someone that does
do something for me. He did those things that you don't, and the rich
and the powerful sent him to his death because he had the guts to
challenge their authority.
This Christmas, I would rather think about him.
