Such fuss leading up to Christmas Day
Getting this and getting that
Drinking cups of tea and coffee all the way
While the dog sleeps on the mat
Christmas tree in the corner shingling bright
Crip all assemble by the window pain
All ready for that very special holy night
A celebration of a baby, Jesus by name
Born well over two thousand years ago
Humble was the stable where the infant lay
Simple Shepard's came to say their Hello
Angels guarded the baby asleep in the hay
Now Christmas means materials things
Most of us might not go to church
As the merry jingles bell shims and rings
Have we left our faith in the lurch?
Such fuss leading up to Christmas Day
Getting this and getting that
Drinking cups of tea and coffee all the way
While the dog sleeps on the mat
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem