oh how the magic swiftly fled

oh how the magic swiftly fled. christmas

oh how the magic swiftly fled and 
left adventure and imagination alone, yes
the lights still glow,
the tracks still tredd,
but monotone family cheer 
lack without magic here.

dearest wrote words made of skin, 
the life light,
once bore in womb
fu(grace + truth)ll
on a donkey
for days 
(but that's life).
a woman unused as her womb,
dwelt with animals,
smelt of straw,
heavy pains,
wet with birth,
wrapped in cloth,
cold and stirred,
some unwanteds appeared, dirty.
they spoke of legions bright and bostful,
eager unclean men asked,
(no one really doubted)  
just wondered (how small, oh)
still we celebrate.

monotony, God once said you were good,
and still must be, doing 
all our work in the same world.
(slowly and gladly).