December Madness

November gray has passed away;
It's now December one.
Time to turn the lights on bright
For our pre-Christmas fun.

The houses in my little town
Are in a competition
To see which one can shine most bright
Without a repetition.

Santa Claus and the eight reindeer
Are climbing towards the sky;
While Mary in her bright blue robe
Sings a sweet lullaby.

Donkeys and sheep and shepherds
Are scattered all about.
The wisemen with their myrrh and gold
Vie not to be left out.

Opulence and extravagance in
A riot of contention
And trees have suddenly become
The center of attention.

All this is done to celebrate
The birthday of our Savior.
I wonder if He shakes His head
At strange human behavior.

He said we should be like children
And this time of the year
We all become like small children
As His birthday draws near.

I think perhaps He understands
It's just our way to show
Gratitude for His Gift of Love
Those many years ago.

12/01/04Joyce Johnson