A Christmas Poem Poem by Reginald Reid

A Christmas Poem

We measure time in days, months, and years.
And as each one passes new beginnings do appear.
Of these most special is the gift of a new life
An infant person to be nurtured by a caring man and wife.

At Christmas time we celebrate with joy
A birth, a new beginning, a baby boy.
A gift of life, a family formed,
A history begun, a story there of God's own son.

Wise men and gifts, the guiding star,
Joy in celebration spread afar.
Traditions evolved from tales there told
Of him in a stable sheltered from the cold.

Now in our own time, in our summer heat,
with cicadas singing in the street
and potted trees decorated as if with snow
we shun the bushfire's threatening glow.

It's a time for children it's often said
as they're packed of early into bed
and the gifts appear by old tradition
while cooks at labour fulfil their mission.

Yes the ingredients are all still there
Passing time, new beginnings, children, gifts are everywhere.
Families gather, some are lonely.
But we've lost sight of him who was seen as holy.