Gail Mitchell © 1997

Shiny bright lights and coloured tinsel on the tree

Consumer driven greed and gluttony

Christmas parties, full of cheer

For those who’ve managed for another year

To hide from darkness, evil, pain and strife

(Christmas brings extremes to life)


So if you’re blessed enough to celebrate this season

Please don’t forget the reason

We celebrate: The royal birth

Of a king who came to earth

Took manly form to share his Grace,

Brought love and hope to a fallen race.

Peace on Earth and Joy to all men?

But are we better? Now than then?

At Christmas, do you contemplate?

Why the world’s in such a state?


For every Christmas Carol Sung

For every present ripped undone

For every turkey stuffed and roasted

For every chestnut lightly toasted


There is a child who screams unheard

There is a death, un-mourned in thought or word

There is a pain that longs for quick release

There are a thousand voices crying ‘Justice please, not peace’.

Christ came to earth to ease the pain,

To comfort those who cry with shame

And yet each Christmas we lock tight our door

Closing our minds we choose to ignore

The darkness and the gloom for fear that we

May be engulfed and never wriggle free.


Much safer to forget, eat drink and be merry

Deck the halls and pour the sherry

But wonder, while you party all night long

Will Christ Jesus be joining in our song?


Did he come for celebrations?

Or to share our tribulations?

While we binge on fat mince pies

He’s with the lonely, listening to their cries.

The frightened, broken and the grieving

And with those who’ve stopped believing


He’s there with a heavy heart

(Along with those who do their part)

He’s asking through the tears

Why still after two thousand years

We look for him in liturgy and song

And don’t put right what is so obviously wrong.


So if you’re blessed enough to celebrate this season

Please don’t forget the reason

Don’t miss the whole point of the story

Of he, who came to suffering pain and death

So all Mankind could share his glory.


Gail Mitchell © 1997