Poor Baby J (Poetry)

The gifts the baby Jesus
was given on his birthday
really weren’t in honesty much fun
for such a little one

Where were the fluffy toys
appropriate for newborns (girls or boys)
the little booties or sets of clothes in blue
he would eventually grow into?

If wise men those three truly were
who had travelled wide and far
trailing after some rogue star
shouldn’t they have had more sense
than offer gold, myrrh, frankincense?

What harm to press in his small hand
a gift a child can understand
so on this strange auspicious day
God’s holy son might have a simple taste
                                                        of play?

Fit truly for a king
such lofty gifts meant not a thing
to an infant barely born ...
Besides, where were the royal robes —
rare furs to wrap and keep him warm?

Maybe they got it wrong
in the book — the words of the song
and hidden in the hay
beside him lay
the world’s first teddy bear for baby J.