Let me take this opportunity
To recollect the reason
Why, from the dawn of history
We celebrate this season
In the summer and the autumn
We’ve been filling up the larder
Well aware that in the winter
Air is colder; life is harder
So we gather to recall…
No matter how the wind is blowing
Our confident belief that
Things will, once again, be growing
And we toast that understanding
With a wealth of sparkling fluids
In an annual observance
That goes right back to the Druids
So we all agree that people
Like to party when it freezes
And I understand you’re asking
What this has to do with Jesus
By the fall of Eve and Adam
God and man were coldly parted
But thru Christmas there’s a way
Back to the garden where it started
We may celebrate too early
We may celebrate too late
But we gather in the glory
Of the reason and the date
From the leaves of the poinsettia
To the trees that give us myrrh
To the garland and the holly
To the spruce and noble fir
For amidst the whitest Christmas
Sights that are the most enchanted
Are the living testimonials
Of the life that we’ve been granted
With a faith that is unshaken
From the Son who lives inside us
What the ancients only hoped for
We are sure God will provide us
So I’ll say it very plainly
Just as angels said it then
Merry Christmas to us all
Peace on Earth. Good Will to Men.
(c) 2010 Tarzana Joe
1 comment:
My husband and I very much enjoy hearing you on Hugh Hewitt. This is a fine poem -- thank you for it, and for the many others you write. You're a blessing (and your political poems make me laugh).
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