Category: Serious

There once was a house late at night,

Where children lay buzzing with delight.

With stockings held fast,

They hoped he’d arrive at last,

As St. Nick’s sleigh drew closer in flight.

There once were some shepherds at night,

Who watched over sheep till first light.

When angels drew near,

They trembled with fear,

Then ran to behold the great sight.

There once were three wise men so grand,

Who followed a star across sand.

With gold and with myrrh,

Frankincense to confer,

They knelt with their gifts close at hand.

There once was a child fast asleep,

While snow fell in drifts soft and deep.

Saint Nick came around,

Not making a sound,

Piled presents in one festive heap!

At Christmas the lights softly glow,

And carols drift sweetly and slow,

The stockings are hung,

The sleigh bells are rung,

While outside lies glittering snow.

A choir sang loud in the square,

Their carols rang crisp through the air.

With harmonies bright,

They warmed up the night,

And spread Christmas joy everywhere.

The commercialisation of Christmas,

Brings chaos to every business

For it’s not about joy,

But the sale of each toy

And the adversiting is quite relentless.

The wreath faces the wind and rain,

Yet beauty endures through the strain.

Its evergreen hue,

Says, “Hope’s ever true,”

Still steadfast through snow’s white domain.

It’s the most wonderful time of the year,

With merriment and good cheer.

The tree’s looking grand,

With baubles well-planned,

And hope warms the dark of the year.