
Faustus shouted with joy hysterical,
And was then struck dumb as he watched a miracle.
He gazed aghast at his handiwork
As every experiment went berserk.
The bacteria, freed from their mother mold,
Settled down to cure the common cold.
Distant islanders sang Hosanna
As nuclear fall-out turned to manna.
Rockets, missiles and satellite
Formed a flaming legend across the night.
From Cape Canaveral clear to the Isthmus
The monsters spelled out Merry Christmas,
Penitent monsters whose fiery breath
Was rich with hope instead of death.
Faustus, the clumsiest of men,
Had butter-fingered a job again.
I've told you his head was far from level;
He thought he had sold his soul to the devil,
When he'd really sold it, for heaven's sake,
To his guardian angel by mistake.
When geniuses all in every nation
Hasten us towards obliteration,
Perhaps it will take the dolts and geese
To drag us backward into peace.

I’ve never seen an abominable snowman,
I’m hoping not to see one,
I’m also hoping, if I do,
That it will be a wee one.
5 comments:
Thank you! So good to see all these. Merry Christmastide, and a happy new year to you!
hi... i was director of development at the successor agency to children's aid, and about 10 years ago, we used that poem as the centerpiece for our fundraising appeal!
@ Marsha, You're welcome! Cheers!!
@Pigtown-Design, Thanks for letting me know. I was so glad to uncover the Children's Aid poems in a old copy of 'The Messenger' posted online and learn of Nash's involvement with the society. I hope his work appealed to donors. He also wrote a poem for St. Andrews by the Sea in NH for these purposes which you can read here
"Merry Christmas, Nearly Everybody," ha! A delightful collection. :)
Hi! I'm trying to figure out how to get in touch with Frances Nash Smith to ask for copyright permission for some poems that we would like to set to music. Do you have any contact information that you could share?
Thank you!
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