One Gift

I opened one gift last Christmas
To my great surprise and dismay
It was not close to what I wanted
Why did I bother to pray?

I’d given very clear instructions
My list was long and complete
Numbered and even highlighted
Not one item did I repeat

I did find several good things
I dare not answer in wrath
But this Holy Child Jesus, the infant
I threw this baby out with the bath

He invaded that party, that Christmas
He seemed to want center stage
I’d imagine what else He’d want
When He became fully of age

So if a repeat performance is coming
If this Christ shows up once again
I think we should rename this season
Season’s Greetings, good luck to all men