Fashioned out of tinsel, cellophane-wrapped, the soul ripped,

Drips on the end of Woolworths come and gone,

And only grey drizzle to fight back the Winter Blues with.

Another family feud begun over turkey and trimmings,

A year spent forgiving.

That toy you didn't need, that gadget you didn't want and the credit mounts,

That credit of tat goes higher and higher

You were once the high flyer,

Now in this crisis moment, the babe slips by,

Unnoticed goes His cry.

Calling out beyond the tinsel tat

To that, that heart though wrapped, still beating.

Hope was in that first cry

Love, forgiveness, joy.

Joy that out of so much junk continues to come new life,

Each new life that precious gem - a beautiful free gift,

The most precious.

So back to the quiet manger we sit and dwell in the wonder of it,

When all the fuss has passed,

That joy, that gem, that birth still lasts.