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Jesus Comes to the Christmas Parade<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n by Rebecca Lowe<\/em><\/p>\n Jesus came to the Christmas parade, A troop of Army fusiliers A scuffle broke in the crowd, Jesus looked tired, And if the robes looked fake, A small boy in the crowd And me? I just sat Jesus Comes to the Christmas Parade by Rebecca Lowe Jesus came to the Christmas parade,strangely incongruous amongstall the dancing reindeer and artificial snow,almost apologetic, shuffling forwardin his…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":589,"featured_media":15021,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1660],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-15022","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-poetry-2"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.gfdesign.co.uk\/culture\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/15022","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.gfdesign.co.uk\/culture\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.gfdesign.co.uk\/culture\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.gfdesign.co.uk\/culture\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/589"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.gfdesign.co.uk\/culture\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=15022"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/www.gfdesign.co.uk\/culture\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/15022\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.gfdesign.co.uk\/culture\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/15021"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.gfdesign.co.uk\/culture\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=15022"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.gfdesign.co.uk\/culture\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=15022"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.gfdesign.co.uk\/culture\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=15022"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
strangely incongruous amongst
all the dancing reindeer and artificial snow,
almost apologetic, shuffling forward
in his cheap polyester robes.
(The beard, at least, was real,
unlike Santa’s, which was looking
decidedly threadbare).<\/p>\n
marched past, bearing a six-foot
inflatable Santa, anchored
by ropes (‘Let’s hope they hold
tight and he doesn’t float
away over the bay!’ guffawed
the commentator over
the loudspeaker).
One of them carried
a ceremonial sword, to bear
the traditional Christmas message
of Peace and Goodwill to all
(so long as they are not Russian,
Middle Eastern or North Korean).<\/p>\n
As children and adults alike
Sharp-shouldered their way
to the front, for a glimpse
of a princess in a
human-sized snowglobe.<\/p>\n
resigned, perhaps,
an asylum-seeker fleeing
something colder than death –
indifference or blank
incomprehension.<\/p>\n
the wounds seemed
real enough – he kept
holding his palms to his face,
inspecting the holes, as if he
still couldn’t really believe
he was there –<\/p>\n
pointed and said:
‘Hey! It’s Jesus!’
His mum feigned a smile,
fished a bottle of Cola
from her bag to keep
him quiet.<\/p>\n
and watched the whole
sorry charade, wondering:
Is this the way
he really comes back?
And is he defeated,
Or is he just
biding his time?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"