Look What I Brought

I’m trying to forget about religion
While I'm shopping for a Christmas gift,
Especially for those who gave short shrift
To last year's present of a half-plucked widgeon
Stuffed with soy and meal and well-aged pigeon,
The ones who scrunched their noses as they sniffed
And made remarks about my well-known thrift.
I’m not embarrassed, not even a smidgen.

Remember, since June I’m an atheist,
And whether you love Christmastime or not
The many lovely presents that I bought,
So well-intentioned, ought not to be grist
For rumours and debate. I get the gist
Of Christmas and its hopes. Look what I brought!