Tuesday, September 29, 2009

Christmas Poem


Christmas is for the haves

Christ is for the have nots

Many show up at parties

Or don't go because of a gift

They haven't bought or got

Such feelings of being without

Feels like utter rot

Nevertheless the shopping frenzy

It continues full force

Spiritually seeming like a farce

Certainly concerning gifts

There is nothing wrong with giving

Preferably however there is living

It's more blessed to give than receive

Christmas is a fantastic experience

When in Christ you believe

As for living

Simply sustaining oneself

On a daily basis

Unfortunately some of us

Aren't a financial oasis

And therefore can't easily buy

Our child a hippopotamus

Nor a rhinoceros

Christ is indeed most glorious

Christmas however is quite the fuss

Especially those

Who make merchandise of us

Decorating is nice

Nothing wrong with that

Yet you might not

Want to fall of your roof

Just so the neighbors

Can see some pretty lights

Becoming a paraplegic for Christmas

That's not alright

Of course if you already are

There are niceties and blessings

For you too

Yet to become one for Christmas

One might not want to do

Nevertheless Christ the healer

Certainly works miracles

And can undoubtedly heal you

But back to Christmas

There is much more to say

Grumpy relatives

Disenchanted with their gifts

Demanding kids

Pitching a fit

Irritating shoppers

Pushing you out of their way

Than there are the grinches

With nothing to say

Except to call Christmas a happy holiday

The ACLU

The Public Schools

The fear factories of corporate America

Telling us not to say "Christmas"

Lest Muslims, Jews, and atheists

Murmur and complain

Such political correctness

Christ disdains

Hark the herald angels sing

Glory to the newborn king

Jesus is the King of kings

Political profiteering and kingdoms of men

Will eventually come to an end

Christ the Prince of Peace

He's our best Friend

Go ahead and celebrate

Drink some eggnog

Eat some ginger bread

Discard all your worries

From you heart and head

Forget walking on egg shells

It's Christ that takes us to heaven

Pleasing everyone is the route to hell.

Make merry this Christmas

Rejoice and be well.

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