Undeterred by hate-mongers,

I come once again from far away

On my unfailing sleigh

To the land of Gandhi

Who, of all people, was

Of Jesus’s fraternity.

The one on whose behalf

And birthday I do my rounds

Lived in the toughest of times:

If there are loveless tyrants

Now, there was Herod then,

And hardly a Liberal opinion

To counter his ruthless hounds.

Keep thus your stockings out

For me which this once I will

Fill not with trinkets but with

Love’s  smiling satiety.

However tyranny may crow

Its arsenal of hate and fear,

It has no access to the knowledge

Of love which escapes its frustrations

Forever and ever. Be merry

Thus in the gift of Christmas,

And joyful in the new year.

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