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Christmas Demystified My pen shall yearn for grander quests tonight. Away shall fade the charlatan's pretension. Pseudo-humility shall vanish from my sight! Tonight no specters haunt my forthright vision, No tattered legends weigh upon by brow. A sole conception surges with precision, Proclaiming greatness, here and now. These days the sunlight's seldom present, Beneath fluffed covers fields have decomposed, But crops shan't rot, for the enlightened peasant Maintains them in a greenhouse, lush and closed. Rivers are still, and fish are trembling, But transportation flows without delay, In factories are workers goods assembling, Which airplanes carry in a fraction of a day. Bears' caves are frozen and their owners hibernating, A barren blanket shrouds them all in murk. But men are not themselves before the cold prostrating. In air-conditioned offices they work. The forests darken as a blizzard's brewing, No plant nor beast the chaos can evade. But in great towers bulbs are light renewing, Long as men think, their radiance shan't fade. Some places yonder languish, blighted, Sadistic Wilderness shouts, "All shall wane!" But man is by his reasoned plight delighted. Demolishing the foe, he claims a new domain. "I shall not sacrifice nor grovel, Resign myself to no foul fate. I shall inhabit skyscraper, not hovel, When nature shudders, I... shall celebrate!" "I'll bask in reverence for heroes' aspiration, No God I worship, but I am divine. The cosmos' wealth shall be my satiation. Harness and beautify shall I what's mine." "And those beside me, comrades in my mission, I shall endow with fruits of my design. Away, then, with submissive superstition! 'Tis Reason that allows us now to dine!" Each bite of nourishment by purposed plight provided, I shall not turn the other cheek upon this day. Whim-riddled overlords my fate shan't have decided, 'Tis time for Man-worship to have its say. Nature will laugh, no longer by blight tarnished, And on its outskirts human outposts shall arise, May Man's meals ever with esteem be garnished, And may one Christmas be the Universe his prize.
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