CHRISTMAS . . . then and now
Beneath the Star of David’s light
Judean subjects slept the night.
Beyond the fields, among the hills,
The realm of Bethlehem lay still.
Behind the inn a stable stood,
A palace made of splintered wood.
Within the crib a king was laid
While horses ate and donkeys brayed.
Beneath the stars of varied watts
Cut pine trees stand in parking lots.
Beyond impatient check-out lines
Wait war-like toys for youthful minds.
Behind the tavern bar a lass
Sells Christmas spirit by the glass.
Within our lives a King wants rule,
But like the inn, are they too full?