Christmas comes as a regular visit
From a magical being in a red suit.
A large, white-bearded man
Driving a vehicle meant to go in snow,
Pulled through space and time
By four legged, flying animals with horns.
Pagan celebration
Takes over the Earth,
All become gift-givers,
Love makers, bakers of cookies,
Believers in wishes-come-true.
Lavish generosity
Consumes the heart.
We feast
On each others gratitude.
Little children
Remember the lights.
The Christmas trees of youth
Fill with ornaments of memory,
Never-forgotten moments
Of fulfilled desire.
The eyes of old age
Brim with tears of joy.
We pray for peace
And Celebrate
The pagan rights of Christmas.