Silence of Christmas

"When is Christmas ever silent?" we ponder.
Carols and jingles mingle aloud in malls,
There's Santa with his bagful of wonders.
And not forgetting the myriad stalls

Selling trees and trinkets and tinsel
To go with wrapped goodies we scatter
Round the twin altars of Pine and Mistle-
Toe. It takes a while before the other,

Yes, the insignificant other part
Of the season comes to mind.
If at all. "...till it happens in your heart."
Do we forget when, or why, or with Who,
"...Christmas really starts..."

The little babe buried 'neath the season.
Has the quiet loud night lost its reason?