Come ye faithful spirits to mark a special birth
rest your heads on boughs of laurel scented mirth
share tales about stoked brick layered hearths
wear trails of crimson tinted scarves...

In Eden a man was created after all was debated
plans were carefully consummated long before it dissipated
but the spirit of rebirth is still within grasp
a mark of what mankind searches for to clasp

Ideas behind a legend born of virgin blood stand tall
to make multitides believe without a whimper at his call
there are so many other saintly figures that go in and out of history
depends on political correctness of the time to balance human misery

faithful spirits arise to mark a momentous birth
children rest your weary heads on laurel scented mirth
teach your parents that enough is enough 'bout crimson laden tales
lost cause when adults are like children whose growth contines to fail...


I will light candles for some days yet
aware of a divine presence, heaven sent..
that loved ones are no longer here to witness, tis sad
faithful spirits still arise when what's around turns bad.