Christmas

I’ve heard the story all my life.
Joseph took Mary for a wife;
And God was born to a virgin
To pay the price for human sin.

God’s genius lay in a manger:
World’s creator, yet a stranger;
An unlikely way to begin
To pay the price for human sin.

This silent night will soon turn sour–
He’ll sleep on a wooden tower
(Though he now sleeps outside an inn),
To pay the price for human sin.

Fat Buddha sheds no tears at all
While Mary’s son hangs on my wall.
I wonder, must he be so thin
To pay the price for human sin?

Reviews

[Greg Skura]

i really enjoyed this poem it seems almost playful the way that you worded it!! Thank You!

[Salvatore Buttaci]

Congratulations for winning the contest Christ Is the Reason for the Season!

Sal

[A sea person]

Thank you for the submission to my contest the spirit of Christmas!

I love the focus you put on the Savior and I love how you incorporated His death (usually looked over at Christmas time) in this poem.

[Nancy Lee Shrader]

That was quite good. I loveed your play on words.

This silent night will soon turn sour�
He'll sleep on a wooden tower
(Though he now sleeps outside an inn),
To pay the price for human sin.

Fat Buddha sheds no tears at all
While Mary's son hangs on my wall.
I wonder, must he be so thin
To pay the price for human sin?