Ridiculous Gift


What’s to be gotten
He has everything
The Benz and the cottage
The gaudy gold ring
The friends at the office
The games at the club
So what would be novelty
Aye there’s the rub.
He works killing hours
The kids miss their Dad
But he must deliver
Things he never had.
The eyes show a redness
The shoulders a hunch
And wife is a stranger
But for the odd lunch.
It’s peace that he needs
And time for the soul
For all the big questions
On how to be whole.
A Baby the answer
This clear Natal Night
And babies bring promise
And hope for the right.
And Christ comes in silence
And Christ comes to heal
Both shepherds and wise men
And our common weal.

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