Raising a glass of mulled wine and a luxury mince pie (not just any mince pie, an M + S mince pie because I’m being a fancy pants)….to the hibernal Solstice. The longest night and the shortest day means all kinds of topsy turviness occurring in the Narnian realms…..During the chaos, a baby Tumnus got chucked the wrong way through the wardrobe and began a new and savage life of Christmas consumerism here on earth. Here are some satyr sentiments…..oh and a time lapse.

The sun hangs low

During midwinter

With submissive glow

Beams splinter

Short lived lives

Across fauned faces

Unadorned graces

Transformed spaces

In which they feast

From child to beast

They each feed

Magnificently

Beneath the same sky.

We are all creatures of this land

Leachers on remand

Preachers

And teachers

Canned up.

And this night

The worms spill out

And wriggle

About

The moon soaked ground

Enticing

The red feathered fiends

Like miniature gods

They prey

And beaked heads

clean away

The remnants

Of night

And of day

We are all monsters of this land.

We each partake

In this hand

To mouth

Forsaking

Of souls and logic

Breaking of banks

And ourselves

Relying on Elves

And other magic

To explain

This

Tragic

Human

Phenomena.

I’m not nodding to deer on high,

Nor to a red suit chimney spy

For tis this season

the real show stopper

Is the

aggressive

carnage

Of the Christmas shopper.