Matthew Rowan - Composer

Submission for the Times Christmas Carol competition.

Tracy’s been, Charlie’s gone,
Red received new guests.
The hardest-working man in the business
No longer gets up to impress.

Drink flows like lava flowed,
A hotel’s left with fewer souls.
In a blaze of glory or in a blaze,
Fiery breath can be the end of days.
Bring them in from the chill.

The earth groans while plates are licked,
Nine-point-three and seven-point-six,
Tables and chairs, tiles and bricks,
Memories washed away like sticks.
Bring them in from the chill.

After seeking always to do some good
And realize His true worth,
A surgeon leaves the brotherhood,
Completing His journey from birth.
Bring Him in from the chill.

As glowing faces await warm embraces,
Take time to reflect on a past some try to forget.
In this season of peace and goodwill,
Remember a thought of those less fortunate,
Of those for whom life is still.
Bring them in from the chill.