Microwave ready Christmas meal for one.

 
Microwave ready Christmas Meal for One

Twas the night before Christmas and I went round to the local 24hr garage,

to their chilled section, 

to purchase a Microwave ready Christmas Meal for One 🎅

Done.

There’d be no alcohol and no television.

You see I don’t think Jesus would approve.

It was his birthday after all.

They say that Christmas is for children

but I don’t have any, having not met the correct partner to match my misery.

I’ll sit here in the kitchen watching the garden birds being stalked by the cat.

I will savour the wafer thin Turkey thinking about the life it had led before death.

Had poor ‘gobble’ been crucified like Christ?

Their feathers spreadeagled for the abattoir’s nails.

Two years ago I spent the day with the Homeless talking to a man from the Sudan

and then Covid came like a gift from the East and culled that particular corporate game.

Corporate Crisis at Christmas in a school next to the Grenfell Tower.

Sitting at exits and entrances stopping people from going through. 

It was like a pupil teacher exchange.

I think that there were more well meaning and lonely volunteers than there were happy homeless.

So the grave has taken my parents and I’m left here all alone 

with my microwave ready Christmas meal for one. No Gravy.

The small sausage wrapped in bacon. 

Whatever did pigs do to us that we might treat them this way?

One festive day, turkeys and pigs will be doing a jig and with baseball bats and machetes, will be riding e scooters in their hoodies looking for humans to kill.

“I can’t eat this Lionel, its tasteless and full of shit”

We have appropriated a mythical middle eastern man’s birthday and made it our own.

The week between Christmas Day and New Years Day is our Armageddon.

Capitalists worrying about the Economy and Communists worrying about the Collective.

I shall be glad to see it over and I will be relieved to be alone.

While they’re arguing next door I’ll pull a cracker with myself.