"Happy Christmas Poem"

Chop down the trees,
and burn all the wood,
its christmas time,
so we're up to no good.
Santa is watching,
with fear stricken face,
sheltering innocence,
that is thrown out of place.
The bombs are a pounding,
lighting up without care,
the choking thick smoke just lofts through the air.
Children are crying,
shot down in the street,
in the back alleys though,
where eyes do not greet.
Carollers sing,
the dirge of the world,
while red sleighs fly over,
shouting help to the lord.
As the terror begins,
with panic and fright,
a faint echo sings,
merry christmas to all,
and to all a good night.