The Christmas Yearning Poem by LeeAnn Azzopardi

How I yearn for the bustle of the Christmas crowd long ago
With people laughing and excitement
Of the coming celebrations
But now, it has put me in a frightful mood
The yelling at the cashier; just too much
I yearn for silence as my love for the day dimishes
I wish people would stop to think
It is love for yr fellow man is important
Not the latest toy
When G-d bestows us His Son
To save us from damnation
We don't stop thinking about the gifts
And further we leave the reason
Of the Child born in Bethlehem
Furtherwe become less human