Monday, December 20, 2010

Jeepers Creepers, Baby Jesus!

I wrote this poem with a touch of sarcasm over what Christmas has become.

Jeepers Creepers, Baby Jesus!

Jeepers Creepers, Baby Jesus!
I'm pretty sure You didn't know
Just how Christmastime would squeeze us,
Takin' all our hard-earned dough.

Everywhere are presents scattered
All 'round the merry Christmas tree;
As if the only thing that mattered
Was lots of gifts and gadgetry.

No one thinks too much about You;
Our main concern is bills to pay;
Along in March we sure do rue
The debt incurred for Christmas day!

Those three wise kings who came to see
You offered only gold and myrrh;
They'd no credit cards to yearly
Struggle paying or defer.

(C) 1999 Clint Ellison

8 comments:

  1. Have a nice Monday too, dear Clint.
    Many greetings Sabine

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  2. You are sooo talented! Love this poem ... sadly this is what Christmas means for some.

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  3. First let me say how much I enjoyed reading how Christmas has become. it is sad really,
    Secondly I would like to thank you for becoming one of my folowers and I will return the compliament.

    Yvonne.

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  4. Ps I can't find your list of followers, it says internet explorer not working.
    Yvonne.

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  5. LOL! I love it! :) It's sad, but true. Merry Christmas to you...

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  6. oh yes, unfortunately it is so! Few think about the sanctity of the festivity, this is consumerism!

    Ciao Clint!

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  7. Sad to say, your poem is all to true :-(

    I hope you and your family have a Wonderful Christmas :-)

    God Bless You, ~Ron
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  8. Oh this made me smile so! BTW - I want to start a Christmas company with KIDS GIFTS only made in the USA for super low prices! (I just finished wrapping some stuff...and am frankly sick of Made in China)

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