The Christmas Day, came as I remember
Past the eve, of the 24th, of December
The girl laughed, at all the surprises
Amidst the confusion, the adults tried to buy her
The baby suckled, the mother’s breast
On the eve of the day, with caroling guests
Oh, that god’s son, should be exalted
However, simple belief, was halted
Of how Christ birthed, in a modest cold stable
Two thousand years gone, so tender, and yet, able
Now, tell I, to all, in a manner of prose
That Christmas truths, should never be sold, to those, who honestly ~
Will never know.
Part Two ~
While Considering The Events
Then, when pondering, and asking the obvious questions’.
“How did this happen? Sighing knew then, we believed their suggestions.”
Subliminal messages, that dethroned our savior.
And, I too, declared being caught, in a trap of their lair.
Realizing, sadly, this will happen again.
Next Christmas, they’ll ignore our chagrins.
Drowning the reason, in magical colors.
Entrapping our souls, in beliefs of others
The beauty of evil; wins every time.
Stealing the reason, in their matrix, of Christmas chimes.
Though glorious music; captures my heart
Looking beyond, see the lies within their harp.
And, the birth of our Lord; placed into a cage,
Of untruthful men. who shall, then ~ turn the page
Restoring the gift of love, for this I pray.
Because, He gave his son, on a cold Christmas Day.