A Christmas poem, realtime

Several days before Christmas not a present was bought,
All the kids were vomiting and sneezing out snot.
Mom and Dad with sore throats and jet lag abounding
Looked hopelessly silly with headaches a-pounding.

Thank goodness that Christmas is not about stuff;
Ribbons and wrappings and presents and fluff.
We celebrate Christ, his coming to earth;
The angels, the magi, his Mother giving birth.

And so I sign off without much ado,
Thankful for God's mercy through and through. 
Wishing you are well with all of my might,
Merry Christmas to all and to all a goodnight!