Freedom at Christmas

They fall like soldier's from God, with one mission in mind,  to cover man's filth and side track from evolution. 

The world is peaceful and clean once more,

The children exit their Arcades red eyed gaunt and pale,  not a device or pass word in sight.

The only things thrown are balls of fun and delight, parents soon emerge showing the child inside nearly forgot, they speak to neighbours who have been alien for so long.

This Christmas of delight is one i will remember as the year God;s white soldier's saved us from dread and being half dead.