I'm Dreaming Of A White Goddess Christmas White Raiser, Red Reaper, Dark Winnower of Grain, Mother of Mountains, Dispenser of Rain, We offer you the blood of the king Your seas we seed with his semen still warm, We eat his flesh still fresh from your arms. Whether God is other people Or God is Other, people. Matters not to the Steeple, Where only your tithing can lessen God's writhing on the cross, or so sayeth the Boss. Saturnalia celebrated the killing of the King, a sacrifice that caused the return of Spring, now we celebrate the birth of one who will bring meaning to our death. But I'm not holding my breath. Robert Graves from beyond the grave.