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Saint Nicholas
Posted: 19 December 2005
Word Count: 42
Summary: Not sure if this works?
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Santa.
In racing red.
His free white spirit flows.
Bearing gift-wrapped promises of happiness.
Offering greed and gluttony.
Temping us to believe in him,
buying in to him,
sell our souls to him.
Deception into false belief.
He has horns.
The Devil.
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 Brian Aird at 19:44 on 19 December 2005
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Yeah, it works, but oh, those poor, poor children who believe!
Santa is just metaphor for a state of mind; I sense his presents wherever I go.
Brian
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 James Graham at 12:58 on 20 December 2005
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Very concise, quite blunt - and effective for that. How about 'Saint Nicholas' as a title? I read the title and last line as opposites, but if you make it saint to devil that's more strikingly opposite.
Would 'sell our souls to him' - first person rather than second - not agree better with the rest of the poem?
The Santa that turns into a devil is clearly a consumerist Santa, agent of the global market, rather than the Santa who 'existed' before the heyday of the big sell. It was in that long ago time that Santa brought me one of the most wonderful things I ever possessed - a wooden locomotive with big driving wheels and a coal tender, made by a neighbour who was a very handy carpenter. I'm sorry the old benign Santa has become a devil - but I'm afraid he has.
James.
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 hailfabio at 12:56 on 21 December 2005
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Thanks Brian/James,
Yes not for kids this one, very anti-capitalism/marketing/consumerism.
James, your comments are correct as usual.
Its a shame santa has become a marketing tool as opposed to his origional purpose of spreading hope, imagination and good will.
Coca-cola didn't invent him?
Stephen
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.JPG) Zettel at 09:35 on 23 December 2005
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Stephen
A nice antidote to the annual suspension of belief. It's not that Coca Cola Corp invented him - they and all the others in the corporate wonderland currupted him. Like Midas, everything they touch turns to iron pyrites. They are profits in their own time whose lack of respect in their own country is more than well deserved.
Peace
Zettel
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