Christmas Views At Starbucks

One of the great joys of life is to bring your computer to Starbucks to see if the Iambic gods are ready to leave your heart and mind and leave tracks on the computer keyboard. This Sunday at a favorite Starbucks on Wilson and Harbor I was fortunate enough to meet two young disciples of Christ, fully charged with the passion for Christ. As we seem to face mounting attacks on the Christ in Christmas, this poem came to me

Here is the great irony that should blow anyone’s mind

The images of Christmas and sounds of Christmas each year harder to find

Christmas pageants, Christmas carols, and nativity scenes in the schools and public spaces declined

The weak greeting of Happy Holidays the idea of Christmas due to diversity now combined

The three Magi who moors and mountains with a shining star were not so confined

Should be rolling in their graves to the PC world Christ’s birth has been assigned

Yet without the splurge of Christmas gifts most retailers would be in a mortal red ink bind

The image of Christmas has become no longer about the birth of Christ and his message of peace

Rather empty messages to the spirit of the need to spend without end never cease

This poet seeks only the gift of peace and grace

Gifts that time and use will never replace

© December 13, 2015, Michael P. Ridley aka the Alaskanpoet
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