The Green and Red Monster (Written at Christmas 2025)

When child’s eyes, grow so sharp,

the day turns into night,

to reveal a new found fear,

of a blinding light,

lo’ keep the faith, to hold the joy,

a smile speaks some truth,

for a man; is still a boy,

acting as life’s sleuth,

let Bethlehem write the cards,

filled with every wish,

both hearty; and the clichés,

served upon the dish,

tables make their silent groan,

and wallets are made hollow,

every single toast, a moan,

a day that’s hard to swallow,

not to say some gratitude,

remains to be around,

for love that is rightly shown,

reverberates a sound,

that travels from the heart,

and orbits ‘round the world,

thus, a gift’s; to be a part,

a safety lock, so furled,

25^th of the 12^th, can be

a green and red monster,

as the noise and greed alike,

pays the high street mobster,

lo’ with the sense, that is inside,

such coin is second best,

for; warmth that makes the season,

is to be a guest.