(Photo Credit: Reuters, Gil Cohen Magen)
sign your Spirit on my brow,
you who sent your saving Son,
he who was the Chosen One,
a little boy like me I'm told,
born in stable, born of old,
born upon a bed of straw,
under Star the Magi saw,
born to die, yet Risen One,
born in town of Bethlehem,
destined for Jerusalem,
born in hearts receiving him,
born of Virgin Maiden pure,
born that he might death endure
and all our sorry sickness cure.
Holy Innocents were struck down
by those that ride again today.
Oh Santa you should stay away
so missiles may not strike your sleigh,
for all this fighting I do fear
could jeopardize your gay reindeer.
that I may thus my prayer express
for Christmas meaning most to me:
a world of peace from terror free,
a gift of love that all might see
the wondrous grace of Goodness Bright
descending on this Holy Night
that all might share his Marvelous Light.
Robert J. Kovacs
Christmas Eve, 2006