Excuse Our Folly
Gentle Jesus,
Excuse our folly
Wrapping your birth in tinsel glare,
Decking your crib with sprigs of holly,
Filling your stable with reindeer.
It should be enough
To keep the plain,
Perhaps a halo, nothing more;
To live in mystery, not to explain,
To celebrate as if we were poor.
Send the Holy Spirit
To find us a quiet place
For a little prayer,
And in a lowly place,
to find you there.