Whadaya gonna do this Christmas?

Oh my friends, ’tis the Christmas season

The best time of the year.

The season of Good Fellowship

of Joy and Love and especially Good Cheer!

But this Xmas things look pretty bleak

No protection for the homeless and the weak.

Kids kidnapped from their parents

put in cages, at the Border

The blanket denial of Climate Change

A world bequeathed to Sister, Son, Granddaughter

And so I say to you, my Comrades, Friends and Lovers,

Whadaya Gonna Do This Christmas, as the world around us hovers

on the brink of Catastrophic Floods

and Earthquakes, Climate, immigration

a Country divided filled with Hate

That’s coming straight

from the very top of this

Our Home, Our Nation

A world where “The Few” can sit inside a plastic bubble

while the rest of us Die Younger

In a topsy-turvy history, of Pain and Fear and Trouble

Whadaya Gonna Do This Christmas

That’s What I’m asking you

Whadaya Gonna do

Just Whadaya Gonna Do

 

Part II

I’m gonna call my Congressperson

Tell ’em Get your Ass out of your Seat

And Scream and Roar

On the Senate floor

Impeach! Impeach! Impeach!

And If I can hold my Pee, I’ll be Marchin, in the Street

I’ll be Marchin

I’ll be Marchin

I’ll be Marchin in the Street

Remembering The little baby born of a homeless Father and Mother

refugees from danger and harm

born in a barn

with only swaddling clothes, and a stack of hay, for cover.

I’m gonna write my letters and sign online

And if I’m young and old but strong, as I walk along

I’ll be knocking on doors,

on all the floors

Tellin, “It’s time”

Tellin, “It’s time”

It’s time to fight ’gainst poverty

It’s time to for a cry for Earth

This is the Time of Christmas and Love’s Rebirth

And in the year to come

I’ll say, “That’s what I did done”

That’s what I did for Christmas and the whole of the New Year through

I did it for me

I did it for you

I did it for “Them”

’Til we come to our Census

Stand up to be counted

Like Joseph in Bethlehem

So Whadaya Gonna do This Christmas?

Come along with me

And before we snuggle up to our radiator

Or on a bear rug, by a fireplace we’re curled

We’ll say, we did it this Christmas

And Saved the World!

 

— Crystal Field

Field is executive director, Theater for the New City