A Christmas Poem

My 11 year old niece Abigail Louise Hinkson wrote this poem. With the holidays just around the corner, I thought it was an excellent reminder of the real reason for the season.


It Was Christmas Eve

It was Christmas Eve,
And all through the nation
Between Christ and Christmas
There was no relation.

Instead were commercials,
And big jolly sleighs,
But no little Nativity
Or Baby Jesus plays.

People were wrapping,
And last-minute shopping
At big expensive stores
Until at last they were dropping.

Jesus was still in the basement,
With the rest of the scene,
While outside the world
Was watching a flat-screen.

No one sang carols
Of Christ Jesus the King,
Instead they were at stores
Using up green.

And after all the stores
Were finally closed
They sang of Rudolph,
The reindeer, red-nosed.

Then they decorated the tree
With tacky plastic things,
Like glittery this, gigantic that,
And beings with ugly huge wings.

Yet, never, not once,
Did they stop to consider,
Was there too little Jesus,
And maybe, too much glitter?

They just ran about
Like mind-controlled zombies
From Target and Sears
To Fitch and Abercrombies.

So don't let Christmas
Commercialism get you down,
Instead think of Baby Jesus
And give Him the crown.