Christmas by Andy McMaster

      Christmas by Andy McMaster   

Give my son to that human-saddened place
called Earth …?
And let them treat him
to death…?

And yet, and yet He shall reign
in the hearts of many
for such
a noble gesture.

And for this we celebrate Christmas
with tinsel and lights
and overwrought nerves,
we human beings.

Christmas. Christ, the child amongst ragged shepherds;
Three Men Wiser,
after following
an abstract star seriously.

He comes with no package,
no Big Deal; no January Sale,
only the gentle music of the King Singers,
and a hopeful look in his eye.