Christ Climbed Down Songtext
von Lawrence Ferlinghetti

Christ climbed down from his bare tree this year
And ran away to where there were no rootless Christmas trees
Hung with candy canes and breakable stars
Christ climbed down from his bare tree this year
And ran away to where there were no gilded Christmas trees
And no tinsel Christmas trees and no tinfoil Christmas trees
And no pink plastic Christmas trees and no gold Christmas trees
And no black Christmas trees and no powder blue Christmas trees
Hung with electric candles and encircled by tin electric trains
And clever cornball relatives
Christ climbed down from his bare tree this year
And ran away to where no intrepid Bible salesman covered the territory
In two-toned Cadillacs and where no Sears Roebuck crèches
Complete with plastic babe in manger arrived by parcel post
The babe by special delivery
And where no televised wise men praised the Lord Calvert Whiskey
Christ climbed down from his bare tree this year
And ran away to where no fat handshaking stranger In a red flannel suit and a fake white beard
Went around passing himself off as some sort of North Pole saint
Crossing the desert to Bethlehem, Pennsylvania
In a Volkswagen sled drawn by rollicking Adirondack reindeer
With German names and bearing sacks of humble gifts
From Saks Fifth Avenue for everybody′s imagined Christ child
Christ climbed down from his bare tree this year
And ran away to where no Bing Crosby carolers
Groaned of a tight Christmas
And where no Radio City Angels ice-skated wingless
Through a winter wonderland into a jingle bell heaven daily at 8:30
With midnight mass matinees
Christ climbed down from his bare tree this year
And softly stole away into some anonymous Mary's womb again
Where in the darkest night of everybody′s anonymous soul
He awaits again an unimaginable and impossibly immaculate reconception
The very craziest of second comings