We sing our Christmas Carols

amidst the summer heat,

When scorching winds can torment

those harvesting their wheat;

We look for cooling respite,

some shade amongst the trees,

An evening change in weather,

a light refreshing breeze.

The summer heat reminds us

of drought and rainless days,

Of hostile dust-storms raging,

of forest trees ablaze;

At times like these we question;

we sometimes feel dismay;

We need to sing our carols

to celebrate this day.

This story of a baby,

exposed to human fate,

To summer heat and winter,

to human love and hate;

The Jesus story claims

that we all can rise above

Our disappointing failures

to work the works of love.

We can be devastated

by all the daily news,

By murders, wars and conflicts,

by pessimistic views;

But in the Jesus story

we ponder on the worth

Of love, compassion, beauty,

the hope of peace on earth.

So Christmas has a message

of dreaming and good cheer;

When God’s intention prompts us

both now and every year,

In summer and in winter

to emulate with joy

The life we see in Jesus -

this tiny baby boy.

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George Stuart