Baubles, stars and twinkling lights
Festoon suburban homes
Wide-eyed children scream delight
They see no evidence of slight
In red-garbed grinning gnomes.
Gifts we give, and gifts receive
We splurge without much care
For what transpired on Christmas Eve--
Perhaps most people don't believe?
They can't be unaware.
For centuries on history's page
If man would care to look
Christ Jesus' birth took centre stage
But in this modern 'informed' age
Few heed what's in The Book.
The children mostly do not know
Beyond the season's glint
Except for hype and flashy show
They treat Christ's advent here below
A major non-event.
"Let the little children come"
The Saviour clearly said--
What's transpired? What have men done?
They've made the birthday of the Son
A Christless feast instead.
Whereto from here? I fear the worst
But this is my advice;
For this trend to be reversed
These children whom the world's coerced
Must learn of Jesus Christ.