Ujamaa Christian Poetry

This Mad, Mad Season

'Tis the season of Christmas
And the street is lined with lights.
Lights are strung on houses
And some from windows bright.

Buildings are lit in green
And some in a nice, soft red.
Kids are thinking of Santa Claus
As they get ready for bed.

In all the shops and stores
We hear carols playing loud.
Jolly old Saint Nicholas
Played to the shopping crowd.

We are urged to buy more presents
For family and all our friends.
Buy our product! Swipe that credit card.
More and more money. Spend! Spend!

But what of the real meaning
Of this wonderful, glorious season?
Why are we celebrating today?
What is our real reason?

Come to that blessed manger.
Come. Let's bow before the King.
Isn't He the reason for our Christmas?
Isn't He our Christ, our everything?
If we are wise, we will seek Him.

Written by William O. Adams


Ujamaa Christian Poetry