Lonely Christmas Poem by Jan Oskar Hansen

Lonely Christmases

In Lisbon 20 years ago – time frame unimportant-
I was invited to a Christmas party by my new wife
family and it was a big family, who had travelled
from Congo, France and Belgium.
Plenty of food and wine and back then I had little
restraint and a great appetite.
The promise of not drinking much was forgotten
and as had that day been upset by Israel’s
behaviour against Palestine I could not stop talking
about it as an injustice always affects me.
I remember telling people that Jesus was a Jew and
we Christians were guilty of genocide.
Every Christmas since, we sit at home and give each
other gifts and her family ring her, how was I to know
they were half Jewish.