Christmas is a merry time
Where choirs join and
sing in rhyme,
When snowdrops fall upon
the panes
While children laugh and
play their games.
Bright young eyes look
up with glee
At a silver star upon
the tree,
And golden tinsel on the
ground
As presents open all around.
But what does Christmas
mean to me?
Well it isn’t a
star on a tree,
Or opened presents on
the ground
Or torn wrapping paper
thrown around.
It’s about a time
so long ago
When a pregnant mother
rode through the snow,
And a shining star guided
three wise men
To witness a birth never
seen again,
As angels sang their songs
on high
Heavenly melodies filled
the sky.
So as you sit and read
these lines
You’d see my Christmas
is not of recent times.
It’s true meaning
is one of peace and joy
Not how much one can buy,
Or soldiers standing on
foreign lands
With blood of innocents
on their hands.
So before you fill your
glass with fizz
I’m just simply
saying what Christmas is.
