Christmas Poem
- Date: 2006-12-05 - Word Count: 360
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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.
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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