the season of advent
preparations for
His birthday
are in motion

the big day when thousands
of turkeys puds and mince pies
are washed down
with a flood of champagne
to the rhythm of popping corks

in celebration of

the Birthday Boy
who was born
 in a freezing stable
warmed by the steam
of  animal dung


the significance
of His birth
lost
in a sea
of secularism

just another excuse
for another party