There were those who said He was not born on a cold, starry night.
Why did they cry out when darkness began to cover the light?
He came to us, a naked babe, wrapped in a swaddling cloth—wise men bearing gifts from afar came to pledge their troth.
Disbelievers crowned Him with thorns; nailed him to a cross.
He came to teach and leave us a code—
We! His believers must rethink our pleasures and lighten his load.
FRANK KRZENSKIMalone, New YorkFormerly of Southampton