It started in September,
Yet with Halloween in tow,
Then October, then November,
Then that first sign of snow.
Some costs went up, stayed still, went down,
With bargains now and then,
Some people fret, some people frown,
Yet children smile again.
The credit cards are in full force,
And charities do well,
And Santa's on his sleigh, of course,
Along with Tinker Bell.
And elves are so well-organised,
With fairies flying high,
And Christmas films are rightly prized,
What magic they supply.
And even Jesus gets recalled,
In hymns both old and new,
Though every sceptic stays appalled,
As if without a clue.
Yet Christmas goes from year-to-year,
The Gospel to reveal,
The precious reasons for such cheer
That everyone should feel.
While those who love each Christmas time,
Embrace the season's joys,
Which God intends to be sublime
To bless both girls and boys.
Wrapped presents, and cool Christmas cards,
And chocolates here and there,
With kind folks sending their regards
And love beyond compare.
But don't forget the Saviour's love,
The reason for His day,
The King of Kings with grace enough,
To whom believers pray.
Without Him, Winter's cold and bleak,
Yet with Him, so much fun,
Give thanks to God as Christ's unique,
God's one and only Son!
Denis Martindale. December 2020.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem