This Season

Pagan birth;
The date and the tree.
Christian birth;
What matters to me.
Presents and packages,
Ribbons and bows,
Show little concern
For little freezing toes.
The children want Santa,
The parents want rest.
Selfishness covers
How much we’ve been blessed.
Love without cost,
He came to give.
New directions and purposes
For how we live.
Consumerist attitudes
Cover all bases;
Loving through action
Corrupted to baseness.

We speak of Him
In memoriam,
Each time the day is spoken.
Yet the state calls
A consortium
Each time our silence is broken.

Yet with each of its probes,
The state’s fear grows
That a giant will rise
To counter its blows.

Time was rocked with this baby’s birth.
Each day of our lives proves this baby’s worth.
Until the day of His return
Consumerist wiles we’ll continue to spurn,
To prove that love’s the reason
For this newly-selfish season.