There are familiar images of Christmas, <br />Promoted every year, <br />Of trees and snow and holly <br />And of houses warm with cheer. <br /> <br />As it comes around to Christmas, <br />I look at them with great intent, <br />To find the ones I'll use this year <br />And to my friends be sent. <br /> <br />I'm not so sure I want the birds or holly, <br />Or the cards with the trees and family, <br />Or the glowing snow bound cottage that's so jolly, <br />These are just not the images for me. <br /> <br />I want to see a guiding star up in the heavens, <br />And some travellers persuing it below, <br />Or a stall that holds an ass and ox and baby, <br />Or some angels singing Gloria, Gloria Gloria <br /> <br />It's the birthday of one who came as promised, <br />To bring hope, joy and peace and more, <br />These are the gifts our world is sadly lacking <br />And not the jolly holly, singing birds and all things snow.<br /><br />Mary Mc Creath<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/images-of-christmas-2/
