by Prof. Dan Leo
illustrated by konrad kraus
artistic supervisor: rhoda penmarq
I’m an atheist boy at Christmas
but nobody seems to care;
everyone else is having fun
while I’m left alone to stare
into the void of nothingness
that awaits me after death; yes,
I’m just a lonely atheist boy;
to Nature I am just a toy,
a plaything to Eternity,
a trifle to be tossed away
after the world is through with me.
So sing your carols and ride in your sleighs
you happy Christians, whilst I
an atheist boy at Christmastime,
sit alone and drink and cry.
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