You came into the world
With a preordained purpose.
You arrived without fanfare
In a place reserved for animals.
You lived a paltry life
With little or no comfort
And died an agonizing death
That others might live and be rewarded with
Paradise.
What a shame so many fail
To recognize your season
As YOUR season
And instead mutate and warp it
To suit their own
Selfish desires and beliefs.
This season, as always
My thoughts turn to you
All those centuries ago
When your birth was announced
By an eastern star.
Thanks for what you have given to us all,
Not just to me and to mine,
But to us all
And thanks for the chance
To follow you.
Merry Christmas!
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