And here’s December once again
With it, all joys of Christmas sustain.
Window lights and cards in mails
Hanging stockings and snowball assails.
Woodsy wreaths and gifts lying below
Merry wishes to the passerby you know.
This isn't what Christmas meant longtime
Or has the eve changed with time?
Looks as if the day needs to glory renew
None remembers it had deeper meaning too.
It is to celebrate Christmas morn
When God’s only son Jesus was born.
World turned blithesome with birth