A Christmas Poem

The hustle and the bustle,
Packed shops playing perennial tunes,
Thousands of tiny fireflies

hanging in chains from the ceiling
And fake trees covered in garish glitter ribbons.
Stressed shoppers searching for that specific present
To guarentee a smile on their child's face;
An Xbox, that new phone, the right toy.
 
But something seems to be missing 
From the commercial pressure of winter,

From the -mass of busy consumers.
The one that we should really be focused on.
Does society forget about the Christ
In Christmas?