Loving More on Christmas.

 

A grog, a nog, a X'mas fog.

December's sky is cold and bleak

When here on earth it's Christmas week;

Where words of hope are everywhere,

Glibly spoken in frosty air.

It's said one night, long centuries ago

One of those stars began to glow

With such intensity wisemen followed its arc

Once the sun had set and it became dark.

Amateur astronomer though I think I am

I've never seen stars that gave a damn.

Nor seen one shining so ominously bright

That I'd leave home to follow it through perilous night; 

And least of all would I expect to see, 

A deity swaddled in its infancy.

This sweet toddler, it's said, really did burn

With a passion for mankind it could not return;

So he cursed it with Christianity

That taught let the loving one be me.

And though indifference is all we've ever returned,

Through the millennia, on Christmas, our hearts still burn

With a longing to love that's sweet and sublime.

But that's so antithetical to everything we do

By the very next dawn, it's gone

 with the dew.

Merry Christmas.