Christmas

I am not like most others on this day
I do not worship, and I do not spend
My time in quiet contemplation. They
Who do not so are often, in the end,
More likely to be found beneath a tree
Ripping open presents, or if not,
Where most of those who, superficially,
Are like me are: consuming quite a lot
Of Chinese food, whether because Chinese
Or Jewish, it makes little difference.
But I indulge myself in none of these
And so instead I find, in present tense,
That I am simply here, nothing to do,
Except to wish: Merry Christmas to you.