When all is said and done
in the silence of Night a Voice Speaks:
All Meaning is Created,
In the company of millions
We will walk alone to Nothingness.
And if you be lucky
an Illusion of meaning and hope will accompany you to your end.
There is no Santa, Dear Child-
God, even a bigger Lie:
But this truth is not for You.
Never expect a gift beyond what you can create:
Find your gifts under the Christmas Tree.
Note: The poem should not be taken literally. I do “believe” in “God”. These are expressions of experience. I hope and pray that you find your gifts beyond what you yourself can create!