Do not pretend, oh you who are distressed,
That darkness your weary heart does not bind.
The joy and hopes of ones so long oppressed
The falsely merry lights of Christmas blind.
But truly, Light did not so come for light -
This Season is not just for the merry -
For what matter is light if not for dark?
And who is Christmas for, if not the weary?
Oh merry Christmas, what true light hast thou
For our deep darkness here? So now please shine
Thy soft, sweet Light; lest darkness we allow
To reign in precious body and the mind.
But Grief is welcome, with hope alongside,
Because true Light did come at Christmastide.