• A babe was born one night.
    In a manger he lay
    Atop the hay.

    The bright shining star;
    ‘Tis a light like no other.
    An unknown color,
    Yet fluorescent and seen.

    Over the borders,
    The magi came.
    They bore gifts for the babe
    Under the star like flames.

    Skin dark like the ground,
    Not at all ivory.
    His race unknown through the centuries.
    Yet the world continues to proclaim the very story.

    We know not of his time,
    Neither the week nor the rhyme
    That began the sensation:

    Jesus Christ~
    The Messiah,
    The Prophet,
    The heavenly puppet,
    The nonexistent,
    The cross-bearer.

    It matters not
    What he is called
    Because this night is not to be tolled
    By the debates and quarrels
    Of those whose minds are narrow.

    Hanukah,
    Kwanza,
    And more to be said.
    So celebrate the season.

    Let no one put you down.
    The bigoted be ignored
    And all is sound.
    ‘Tis the December season,
    and all is bright
    On these gorgeous, snowy, December nights.