Ian Anderson Birthday Card At Christmas
Got a birthday card at Christmas: it made me think of
Jesus Christ.
It said, “I love you” in small letters. I simply had to
read it twice.
Wood smoke curled from blackened chimneys. The smell of
frost was in the air.
Pole star hovered in the blackness. I looked again: it
wasn’t there.
People have showered me with presents. While their minds
were fixed on other things.
Sleigh bells, bearded red suit uncles. Pointy trees and
angel wings.
I am the shadow in your Christmas. I am the corner of
your smile.
Perfunctory in celebration. You offer content but no
style.
That little baby Jesus. He got a birthday card or three.
Gold trinkets and cheap frankincense. Some penny baubles
for his tree.
Have some time off for good behaviour. Forty days, give
or take a few.
Hey there, sweet baby Jesus: Let’s share a birthday card
with you.
