On Christmas Day (Sonnet) Poem by Gert Strydom

we will set up mistletoe and kiss
every single girl that past beneath it in a kind of bliss,
will party as if it is the very last day on earth,
will act wanton as if we were destined to be like this from birth
and while celebrating Christmas we will laugh and play,
we will be giving gifts and be happy and gay

while we will act in denial of the humble Lord Jesus
as if His life did make no real impact on us,
as if we do not of His death and resurrection know
and our very lives to Him do owe,
we will celebrate his birthday
and His life in a heathen way

with our own self-centeredness we will begin
as if the greatest achievement and pleasure lies in sin.