Ghost white tree against dark sky
the dark dark clouds moved upon
English Bay
there to the north of the beach
was a penthouse tower.
On the balcony of the penthouse
its owner had planted a tall tree
Tonight men stood on ladders
against the tree
putting up bright bright white lights.
A miss-step and they'd hit the ground
plunging to their deaths
and become ghosts themselves.
When the lights were turned on
they were so bright
they cast a ghostly luminescence
against the dark sky.
The leafless branches when lit with such
intense white light
looked like silvery serpents
climbing the tree against
the darkened sky.
Further down south
on the beach
trees on Beach Avenue
are decorated with multi-coloured
Christmas lights
emitting a warmth and joy
with its bright and vast
array of colours-
various shades of red, green and blue.
These lights like Joseph's coat of many colours
seem to bid welcome to the Christ Child
in this city.
This tree on the penthouse tower
from which I suppose one could metaphorically
imagine all the kingdoms of the world
from such a height-
this tree- devoid of leaves- devoid of life-
with its intense bright bright white lights
that shine like silvery serpents
climbing the tree against this darkened sky
seem to hold no welcome for the Christ Child.
It seems they welcome the Advent of Antichrist.
Who will this city welcome this Christmas?
Christ or Antichrist?
Who will the world welcome this Christmas?
Christ or Antichrist?
-written by Christopher
9:32 PM Tuesday evening
December 4th 2012
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