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Click hereIt's always winter, never Christmas.
Jadis, the white witch, freezes Tumnus
after she coldcocks Rumblebuffin.
Mike hasn't heard a word I said,
but for the cartoon names, of course,
who look like his friends on Looney Tunes
he mentions to his rocking horse.
It's a picture postcard Christmas
outside while in our cartoon show,
as some scary music plays,
Aslan's doing a quid pro quo
on behalf of Edmund Pevensie,
not much older than you are, Mike,
all because Jadis, queen of Narnia,
lured Eddie with her Turkish Delight.
The beavers are silent, so is the faun
when Mike, having crossed the Rubicon
from Digory's wardrobe so to speak,
soon will see death on an altar stone.
"Change the channel!" your mother shouts
from the kitchen before the commercial
for something all little boys must have
under the tree to be someone special,
but let's rejoin our scheduled program
as the good guys win the insurrection.
You rock with joy on your rocking horse,
having forgotten the vivisection.
After all, Mike, 'tis the season
for every good little girl and boy
growing up in our age of reason
when resurrection's a Christmas toy,
Aslan, your very own action hero
doll with a pull-string baritone voice
now at major retail stores.
Rejoice! Rejoice! Rejoice!
In case you re-visit, this poem relates to C.S. Lewis's "The Lion, Witch, and the Wardrobe."
For some reason, Lit's acting up on me again and listing me as "anonymous," but this is greenmountineer replying to your comment.
forgot to mention the importance of Charn here. not everyone's read the Narnia books, though they are missing out on a part of childhood - Charn is a dead/dying city because of Jadis' magic - as related in The Magician's Nephew.
.....you weave Narnia and its characters into this domestic situation. I am nostalgic for a Christmas I've never known, it's always been about gifts and greed. For we like sheep....ya know. Great poem gm. <3
...the books, this one's even more a christmas special of a poem. liking the fact digory got a mention, and the links to 'a boy and his horse'. the scene as seen through the N's eyes as he watches the child watching, the adult v child's comprehension of what's happening, and the glib roar of commercialism leaves a bitter note behind the 'delight' of a tale fit for turkish nights.
a family sharing a Christmas moment plus the Narnia story plus the irony. You weave them all together into a skillful narrative.
Christmas : there are layers within layers of meaning in your poem GM !! 5-ed & Merry Christmas .