Could somebody please critique this poem?
"On a Christmas Card"
On X-mas day we celebrate
that sweet nativity of X''s,
whom jealousy's god's son we rate,
knew neither girl gods nor sex's.
For merciful forgiveness, though,
compassionating empathy,
he was no slouch - and so
in all our pantheons he'll be
with those love-gods we venerate
with maybe readier devotion -
mad votaries DO take the notion.