Away in Gehenna
Somewhere, deep in the Abyss,
In mid-December – could it be
That there exists a little glow of bliss
Upon a tree ?
I like to think of Lucifer himself
As stringing fairy lights,
With a tot of mulled wine for his health,
And whistling Silent Night.
I bet he hangs up baubles, just like us,
And choc’lates from afar.
I hope he really makes a fuss
When topping with the star.
Do the demons gather round as well,
As the season is unfurled ?,
With a Ding Dong Merrily in Hell,
And a Joy to the Underworld…
Rhyming Couplets 