The Christmas Poem

Yuletide, sleigh rides, and angels in the snow, the evidence that winter's here with Christmas too in tow. Ribbons, wrappings, wreaths, and nipping cold; stands seem to erect themselves with cocoa to be sold.
Reasons for the Season, and cards with Christmas greetings; nativities arranged, displayed, and left for all to see them. Television specials, trees aglow with presents nestled; nutcrackers standing idly by, as trains go round their tressel. This joy and jubilation, this festive celebration, is here in short summation, from one sweet proclamation." For unto us is born this day, in David's city, a swaddled  babe. Emmanuel shall be his name", three wise men came as angels praised, shepherds bowed and Mary gazed, and from that came our Christmas Day.

Authentication

Imitation, so they say, is the highest form of flattery; but your flattery is forgery, and only seems to batter me. Identity repossessed, is just identity grand theft, and your reproduction never meets the standard that I've set, So please be an original, a hallmark all your own; authenticate the mark you make, and replicate no more.

Realization

Epiphanies they happen with the speed and force of lightning, revealing truths once hidden, or truths your heart and mind were fighting. Re-calibrating past tense thoughts to present tense, whats actual. Disclosing to you information privily, what's factual. Breaching confidentiality, disposing of all fantasy; nurturing maturity by promotion of reality.