An Unpolitically Correct Christmas
Happy Holidays
Happy put
out your blow up Santa,
And matching
snowman,
Days.
Happy rush
until you find,
The perfect
$300 dollar,
Designer
brand,
Silk,
Imported
from Italy,
Striped tie,
Days.
Happy look
what I got,
My parents
spent more money,
Than yours,
Because my
present is bigger,
Days.
But what
about Christmas?
What about
the virgin,
Who carried
a child,
As she rode
on a Donkey,
Miles and miles
to Bethlehem?
What about
the anxiety,
The fear,
The
excitement,
The joy,
She must
have felt,
As she moved
forward,
On that
long,
Bumpy,
Dusty,
Road.
What about
the man
The man who
supported her,
Every
longing step forward,
The
carpenter,
That soon became
the unexpected father,
Of our
messiah?
What about
the baby
Whose blood
had the power,
To take,
A world,
Of pain,
Away from
You and me?
So take back
your holidays,
Your
decorations,
Your
overpriced gifts,
That will
soon break,
Or go out of
style.
And give me
back,
Christmas.
Christ,
Mas
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