The house was much too cluttered to entertain a guest.
He seemed to notice everything: the cards still unaddressed,
The gifts piled high awaiting wraps, the baking and the rest.
His eyes fell on the evergreen and the presents 'neath the tree.
"It's My birthday that you celebrate... what are you giving Me?"
What am I giving Him? I thought. Ashamed, no words I found.
So many costly things I'd bought. He looked at me and frowned.
I prayed He'd let the question pass, but when He did persist,
I blurted out the truth at last:
"You were not on my list."