Each year, somewhere on the net, I re-post this wicked xmas poem I scribbled a long time ago. It’s meant to be naughty and fun (not for kids) but it also carries extra meanings for me, sometimes different according to where I am in my life. Considering my activism in Knysna, the Evil Santa in the poem is metaphor for all the bad things that we should acknowledge exist…and then vanquish! Bad things don’t go away by themselves. And Santa definitely gets his just desserts here! Warning: Don’t read if … Read the full article…