It’s all about the children,
It’s all about parties and fun.
It’s turkey and crackers and vino,
And a nice little glass of Blue Nun.
There’s Santa, there’s Rudolf and Blitzen
Mince pie, some milk, and a carrot.
Left out on the Christmas evening,
Hoping Santa will not leave us rot.
There’s presents, there’s pudding and cake,
Chocolates and socks by the ton
And a perfume that smells slightly dodgy.
But no mention of God’s Holy One.
But stop, yes stop, let’s think this through
Is it really ‘bout just having fun?
Is this really how God had designed it?
To honour the birth of his son?
The angels they sung out their glad tidings
Not expecting this this season to fade
Into seasons without any meaning
With Jesus just left where he laid.
So, let us remember this Christmas
Whilst let us not spoil any fun.
It’s not about all of the children
It’s really about just the one.
© joseph r mason 2020