Poetry

Say Christ at Christmas, men pause, isn’t it about Santa Claus?
Isn’t he that one, who comes, for all of our daughters our sons,
Bringing presents for everyone, creating for us all, holiday fun?
 
Say that Jesus is the ultimate Gift; simply creates a spiritual rift,
A gift for whom, they may say, even though it is Christmas Day,
Is not Christmas all about toys, for our precious girls and boys?
 
Mention at all the baby Jesus; they reply, He is not for all of us,
Speaking of Christ, He’s the one, who came down for everyone,
The only Son of The Eternal God, sent from Heaven to this sod.
 
Speaking of the Man Jesus Christ, you will create political strife,
For we must be politically correct, not to mention at all that sect,
Christ is never to be spoken of, during a season that we all love.
 
Mention at Christmas the Savior, many don’t believe in a Creator,
Accountability, they have none; they have no regard for His Son,
Christ, being the one they need, Christmas Truth they don’t heed.
 
Just mention at Christmas Calvary, they say what about the tree?
The one on which He was crucified, when for all, the Savior died?
Even all who’ve yet to believe, yes, God’s Truth they can receive.
 
Friend, what is the exact reason, we have the Christmas Season?
It’s not for presents, but God’s Son, Who was born for everyone,
And Jesus Christ is His name, Who, well before Christmas came!
 
(Copyright ©11/2011 Bob Gotti)