"Because the beginning shall remind us of the end, And the first coming of the second coming."

My favourite Christmas poem, which I try to post every year. It combines a fair bit of my feelings on the holiday: the contempt for commercialism, the sense of childlike wonder at the season, and the fear that organised religion seems to want to cultivate in the faithful.

( The Cultivation of Christmas Trees, by T.S. Eliot. )

[Who fanfic]: The Second Coming

As promised, for Christmas.

( The Second Coming )