There were no decorations to be found.
No gifts beneath a tree that Christmas morn.
Old Saint Nicholas never came around,
That fateful day our Savior, Christ was born.
No Christmas lights adorned the city streets.
No celebrations, when His life began.
No baby's gown, nor stockings for his feet;
Humble beginnings for the Son of man.
Not a single Christmas carol was heard.
No sound of sleigh bells echoed from afar.
They came in silence, speaking not a word.
To see who lay beneath that shining star.
The Lord of Christmas does not drive a sleigh.
He delivered us - the first Christmas Day.
This poem was a finalist in the August 2021 poetry contest