A seasonal poem in rhyme

I'm not going to make my last class of the term tonight due to still not feeling 100% fit (I've had a rotten cold) but as the weather is due to turn very windy and wet I am pleased I won't have to struggle up to London.

Christmas Cards

His birth was not in December

with snow at a stable door

and Father Christmas and reindeer

was never what Christmas was for.

He came to us for a purpose

though often it seems we forget

the message he came to deliver

and the road on which he was set.

So while pretty cards paint a picture

of holly and red breasted birds

they do not portray the meaning

or the truth in the Gospels’ words.

(published in Areopogus in December 2009)