sad tidings

our tree's a prim lady all dressed to a T
with garland and apples and white lights twinkly
the packages are wrapped, red gold and green
our fridge is fat-full with goodies to glean.
and off in the corner our nativity sits still
with wisemen and shepherds and holy angel
but where is the one we adore, celebrate?
who took baby Jesus? oh well it's too late
let's pretend he's here and open the gifts
he'll never know, that we never missed
the King.