Water is a gift of life
But generous Nature
Gave too much this time
Her Christmas gift
Was never asked for
Was never on anybody’s wish list
It was a fatal surprise
That should never have been sent
That should never have been opened
But now it is too late
For the gift cannot be returned
Cannot be refunded or exchanged
At the post-Christmas sale
Life is going cheap
In the bargain bins of Asia
Now in a sinister twist
Of the true spirit of Christmas
We have a second chance to give
Water is a gift of death
And the greedy Reaper
Took too much this time
— Wayne Visser