Another Christmas.

Once upon a time, on a small planet spinning blue.

Were installed many people. Some good, many untrue.

Over two thousand orbits ago, around a blessed star.

Came one great messenger given from very far.

Born not of a King. But as a person like you and me.

To experience our life and help us, of great love to see.

Delivered from a woman, through screams and pain of birth.

Finally, he was exposed to the joys and troubles of this earth.

To live the same burdens. Push through the vicissitudes just like us.

For us these things are unwanted. To him, these things were a plus.

The universes watched. “Clinging to the edge of their seat!”

They knew not much. But he had to do it, and it will be replete.

Very few people knew. But a few celebrated with great joy.

But the rumors got out. The fearful wanted to murder the boy.

Now many know the legend. Many, unfortunately, do not.

To so many, Christmas means to them, “What gift do I plot?”

What present do I buy? What store must I go?

With factories gifts, I participate in the show.

But at least we hug and smile on this day of celebration.

Remembering what we forgot. His Divine information.

It doesn’t matter that we got the date incorrect.

As long as we fight selfishness that tries to infect.

That baby spoke words way before he was born.

He had to give those words to this world so torn.

So he was born into risk, consequence has proceeded.

Next time they tried to murder the boy, they succeeded.

But he was born again. We got another Christmas day.

This time the gift again, was the truth, the light, and the way.

Kasey Dann.