Got a birthday card at Christmas: it made me think of Jesus Christ
It said, "I love you" in small letters. I simply had to read it twice
Wood smoke curled from blackened chimneys. The smell of frost was in the air
Pole star hovered in the blackness. I looked again... it wasn't there

People have showered me with presents
While their minds were fixed on other things
Sleigh bells, bearded red suit uncles. Pointy trees and angel wings
I am the shadow in your Christmas. I am the corner of your smile
Perfunctory in celebration. You offer content but no style

That little baby Jesus: he got a birthday card or three
Gold trinkets and cheap frankincense. Some penny baubles for his tree
Have some time off for good behaviour. Forty days, give or take a few
Hey there, sweet baby Jesus — let's share a birthday card with you