Cherry breasted robins
With beaks upturned
Announce the festive season
Grim tidings in the winter of our discontent
Their tuneless chirp
Has good reason
The reindeer pull a Spartan sleigh
Only the geese are getting fat
The rest of us with empty plates
Spare an old cent coin
And drop it in the old mans hat
A chilly wind
Blows in the ghosts
Of Scrooge and Christmas past
Nostalgic tears and empty words
Bonhomie that rarely lasts
Santa clones
Dish out trite words
On every corner of town and street
Jocular and rotund he is not
Ho hum messages as he stops to greet
But, as the world slows down
On that special night
Its magic transcends the coldest heart
Everlasting in its message of hope and peace
Gods special gift
That each of us can share a part.
