To those of you who believe in that sort of thing (which, oddly, includes most of you who claim to believe in nothing at all of the sort). For you, our traditional Christmas Carol:
We three Dunnoist bloggers are;
On Christmas we sit at the bar,
Gin and tonic, so ironic,
O stars of gases, fusion displays,
Stars, a source of gamma rays,
Nowhere leading, us unheeding,
Wholly natural displays.
Born a primate on Africa’s veldt
Born a monkey without a pelt,
Despite endeavor, die forever,
Even in the Bible belt.
Received wisdom I decry,
My own reason I live by.
Prayer and praising, just navel gazing,
Better to worship π.
Religions are all the same to me,
Just an excuse for bigotry,
Hating, lying, killing, dying,
Blinding the bourgeoisie.
Glorious now behold Us rise;
From the muck we’ve made us wise.
We deserve the Nobel Prize.