Twas Christmas Eve morn and all through the streets
Cars queued angrily and folk ground their teeth
On this pagan celebration, by Christians hijacked
Stress levels were soaring and nerves were wracked
When there sat at a bus stop a prophet, all grey
And he shared his message with a sign all day:
Almost has a touch of the haiku about it. Every once in a while he’d turn the board around and written on the other side was ‘EX-FAITH CHRISTIAN’ and his name, which I can’t remember unfortunately. He was very happy, smiling and waving at the cars as they crawled by. Made my morning, that did.