No, I did not

Attend Church,

Nor visit a nativity scene,

Nor rejoice

At the birth of Christ,

On Christmas Day;

I went for a walk

On the beach

As the purple sun

Rose from behind the metropolis.

Felt the blue moist wind

Against my face,

Watched the blue Heron

Dive for fish

On Christmas Day,

As the caked sand

Crackled under my feet,

As I dreamed along

The water's edge.

What nonsense life;

What beauty I feel.