At first it was Christ,
His birth and death and resurrection.
Then along came a spider,
Packing up his web and changing his diet.
Then a date was fixed and a ritual set,
Presents presented and love spread thick like butter on toast.
Then the world nailed Him to another kind of cross,
And now we're Happy Anonymous Holiday People
Celebrating in various ways
A birthday that is not the day He was born on,
And including everyone who is and isn't a follower.
I say, "Merry Christmas!" and you can take that as you will,
For my heart's in the right place - next to yours.