Though Christmas is abused,
I do not advocate
that we, by some accused,
do wrong to celebrate.
What is it all about—
green trees—gifts stacked or piled?
It’s not a time to pout—
glad birthday of a Child!
The underlying cause
is there—and we can choose
to worship as we pause,
and serve God as we muse.
There’s nothing, far and wide,
which God ordained for man,
that Satan hasn’t tried
to desecrate or ban.
The traffic jams will show
it’s more than just a fad;
more folks are on the go—
the good, and yes, the bad!
No other time of year
marks such a spending spree,
and wishes of good cheer,
of sharing and of glee.
Yet loneliness abounds,
for some will feel left out.
And, with or without grounds,
of friends will stand in doubt.
And some will whoop it up;
at wild parties play;
with drinks out of the cup,
try floating cares away.
The aftermath, of course,
for decent folks or vile,
will force some, sick and hoarse,
to recuperate a while.
A time for song and verse,
God’s love for everyone;
Christ came to break sin’s curse;
let’s honor Him—God’s Son!
All those who know the Lord,
from sin now find release;
for them, God’s gifts outpoured,
bring life and hope and peace.
fpn/undated
