Rich Mathematics Poem by Rich Harney

December's rich mathematics,
children counting 'til when -
that twenty five day morning for
Jenny and Billy and Ben.

Three come of wisdom,
travelers laden so.
Bearing earthly gifts,
A king wouldn't know.

Carols sung by fireside
anticipating the eve
that red fellow -Nick, his bag of toys,
down the chimney.

A mere stable, under a star - of tales,
Apoor hidden family,
for reasonings celestial,
though close to me.

A coloring book, a bicycle.
A doll with a crystal gown,
a soldier of tin on a marching whim,
A red caboose going around.

These are for the ages
A solemn jubilance,
A child in a manger,
A rich society.