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
Call these the music, poetry, fact and fiction of a dreamer....Call this LYRICS of LOVE and LORE.
Have a nice Monday too, dear Clint.
ReplyDeleteMany greetings Sabine
You are sooo talented! Love this poem ... sadly this is what Christmas means for some.
ReplyDeleteFirst let me say how much I enjoyed reading how Christmas has become. it is sad really,
ReplyDeleteSecondly I would like to thank you for becoming one of my folowers and I will return the compliament.
Yvonne.
Ps I can't find your list of followers, it says internet explorer not working.
ReplyDeleteYvonne.
LOL! I love it! :) It's sad, but true. Merry Christmas to you...
ReplyDeleteoh yes, unfortunately it is so! Few think about the sanctity of the festivity, this is consumerism!
ReplyDeleteCiao Clint!
Sad to say, your poem is all to true :-(
ReplyDeleteI hope you and your family have a Wonderful Christmas :-)
God Bless You, ~Ron
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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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