A Christmas Poem

Christ wasn’t born on Christmas Day

Forget what all the carols say

Or why talk-radio makes a fuss

This time of year belongs to us

The twenty-fifth of December

Is the day kids all remember

When the real world ceased to be

And gifts appeared beneath a tree

A healthy dose of make-believe

The sweet suspense of Christmas eve

Is all about the human birth

That welcomes childhood to this earth

Wise men, donkeys, manger hay

Cannot compete with Santa’s sleigh

So bow your head and say a prayer

To mankind’s love that we all share