It made me think of Jesus Christ.
It said, "I love you" in small letters.
I simply had to read it twice.
Wood smoke curled from blackened chimneys.
The smell of frost was in the air.
Pole star hovered in the blackness.
I looked again: it wasn't there.
People have showered me with presents.
While their minds were fixed on other things.
Sleigh bells, bearded red suit uncles.
Pointy trees and angel wings.
I am the shadow in your Christmas.
I am the corner of your smile.
Perfunctory in celebration.
You offer content but no style.
That little baby Jesus.
He got a birthday card or three.
Gold trinkets and cheap frankincense.
Some penny baubles for his tree.
Have some time off for good behaviour.
Forty days, give or take a few.
Hey there, sweet baby Jesus
Let's share a birthday card with you.
