Some think that Christmas only comes
But once a year when monstrous sums
Are spent to try to make a dent
In what we should have spent on rent.
But Christmas came but once for all
And stayed, but not at the mall.
The Christmas Spirit’s everywhere.
Inhale it, though it’s not the air.
It’s in your heart and in your soul,
Not in some fat guy at the Pole.
Among the first gifts we infer
Were gold and frankincense and myrrh.
But God’s gift came when first he smiled.
In Bethlehem he gave a child.
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