A Christmas Song, by Wendy Cope - posted without her permission, but I hope she would forgive me, since this is a great poem for those whose Christmas carries a thread of grief, as well as joy. How often those two go together! Christmas blessings to you. here's the poem:
Why is the baby crying, On this, his special day, When we have brought him lovely gifts, And laid them on the hay?
He’s crying for the people, Who greet this day with dread, Because somebody dear to them, Is far away or dead,
For all the men and women, Whose love affairs went wrong, Who try their best at merriment, When Christmas comes along
For separated parents, Whose turn it is to grieve, While children hang their stockings up, Elsewhere on Christmas Eve,
For everyone whose burden, Carried throughout the year, Is heavier at Christmastime, The season of good cheer.
That’s why the baby’s crying, There in the cattle stall: He’s crying for those people. He’s crying for them all.
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