12 Days Of Christmas Poetry

Day 2: Meandering

In birth 3 kings of orient came
As he grew, he helped and healed the lame
Those he met were never left the same
To those in charge he became their bane.

Voices singing and with hands clapping
As we dance to a tone of laughing
We come as one even though he was slain
Because He went down to carry our blame
Undeserving of what on his body was wroth
To take away all of His Father's wrath.

So, we come together to celebrate a birth
Something that changed the face of the earth
A good teacher that met a sorry state
His life we celebrate with chocolate.

Leading to something that I will never forget
The day that against me everyone bet
My appetite for destruction is not the topic
So, Enjoy the white outside if you are not tropic.

I named this meandering so it has to be here
Because that is what I am doing this time of the year
Since rhyming gets hard and I don't like it
So to finish this I will rhyme it with it.