Just like the other days,
It goes as it comes
That Sun and Time could not
Like the other days; it appears
And suddenly a flame in the sky.
Are you indeed meant for the
Meats, drinks, or belly-timber? Never!
Christmas, you are far than relish,
You brought to mind; birth and mission,
Your celebration is not man's
That concerns not fowls
Except the divine alone
In which life is not to evict
But purposely to save.