Welcome to “The Rhetoricals of Christmas”, the second piece following “Yuletime Reflections” in the two-part Christmas series. Still basking in the warm break from the hard disability talks, I invite you to dive deeper into the complexities of Christmas. In this thought-provoking poem, I explore the tensions between the true meaning of Christmas and its now commercialised ancient celebrations. As we ponder together the rhetoricals of Christmas, I urge you to join the conversation. Share your thoughts, reflections, and insights on the poem’s themes and questions. What does Christmas mean to you? How do you navigate the commercialised Christian aspects of the season? Your comments and feedback are invaluable in continuing this important discussion. So, let’s dive into “The Rhetoricals of Christmas” and explore the intricacies of this “sacred” season together.
Jesus, the Saviour for whom they sing,
Born to redeem, to reign as King 🙏
One to rewrite the world’s dark tale,
From what faltered to what will prevail,
From what was, to what will be,
A promised hope, yet unseen,
But one to surely set free.
Jesus, the reason for the season,
To Jesus glory is given 🙌
And honour onto Mary his mother,
For through whom he came,
But not an accolade accords to his father.
His father our father, our God
Who Yahweh is his name.
Joyful songs for a child so divine,
A gift eternal, a sacred sign ✨
But why the frenzy, the endless recycled cheer?
Are the cheers really about him,
Or really about the holiday’s veneer? 🎄
Amidst the lights and jubilant sound,
Questions in shadows softly abound.
What of the trees, the gifts, the feasts,
Do they echo Christ, or graven beliefs? 🎁
Jesus, an infant, forever small,
Why no growth beyond the manger’s stall?
Is this a symbol, or a way to confine,
A Saviour’s story to a single time?
The Christmas tree, tall and green,
What tales lie hidden beneath its sheen? 🌿
Long lasting life, or a festive guise?
A relic of customs in modern disguise?
Yuletide the season for Jesus’ birthfare,
That should bring love to fume the air,
To bring succour and calm to the despair,
And peace to rain in the corners of everywhere 🌟
But tainted with chaos and buying scares
And worries of uncertainties fanned from fears.
But why the hiking costs, and surging scares?
Why do the opposites contrast the main affair?
Supposedly the main affair of his birthfare.
Why wait for Christmas to show our cares,
To those who may not be our friends?
Or to give and share with our loving dears?
Should not kindness span all the time?
All the time throughout the year?
Flowing freely, sincere and clear?
Is not the time yet ripe,
To rethink what truly this season portrays?
As Christ is being commercialised for merry displays.
Christ the true Focus?
Or fleeting flickering lights?
Or a smoke screen for masking the Mass?
Something seen, but still hiding in fun-sight?
Something conspicuous, something disguising as Christ’s Mass,
And many, lost in its glittering tinsel’s night.
Was He born truly in winter’s chill,
Or is it a tale well crafted at will?
Is not Christmas a tinge of truth,
Tinge of truths blended with legendary lores?
A patchwork of customs forevermore?
Shall we not pause a moment to ponder,
To ponder and question deep,
To seek truths traditions keep?
Is it Christ being honoured, or myths adored?
Shall we cherish Him or the tales of yore?
In peeling back layers, we might uncover,
The heart of Christmas yet to be discovered.
Whether it’s truly the time for pure love,
The time for peace and for grace,
Or the time when difficulties and mishaps hang above
Or the time when the Saviour’s light penetrates every space.
Disclaimer: “The Rhetoricals of Christmas” is a thought-provoking poem designed to stimulate reflection and discussion. It is not intended to impose presumptuous thoughts or criticisms, but rather to invite readers to explore the complexities of the Christmas season. This poem aims to encourage a deeper examination of the connections between the festive activities, emotions, and traditions associated with Christmas and the significance of Jesus’ birth. It is an invitation to ponder the intersections of faith, culture, and personal experience during this “sacred” season. The views and questions presented in this poem are not intended to undermine the spiritual significance of Christmas.
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