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It's Christmas day Everyone's smiling Everyone's fake. Joy is lacking, Emptiness is raging, and no one cares about anyone, just everyTHING. Why have we gotten So superficial? What has come To the world, That we should behave, In such a way? You get everything on your list. It's still not enough. You should be content, But your fake smile Is the closest thing To happiness you know. Your family is together, But that may truly be A bad thing. Because, suddenly, No one is themselves, And you're all transforming Into little Barbie dolls. This Christmas, Just like all of the last, You ask yourself, Why isn't it enough? Well, I'll tell you why. You're focusing on the wrong, And not the right, The bad, Rather than the good, Santa, Rather than Jesus.
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Dec 25, 2014
Dec 25, 2014 at 9:05 PM UTC
Christmas Day Blues
It's Christmas day Everyone's smiling Everyone's fake. Joy is lacking, Emptiness is raging, and no one cares about anyone, just everyTHING. Why have we gotten So superficial? What has come To the world, That we should behave, In such a way? You get everything on your list. It's still not enough. You should be content, But your fake smile Is the closest thing To happiness you know. Your family is together, But that may truly be A bad thing. Because, suddenly, No one is themselves, And you're all transforming Into little Barbie dolls. This Christmas, Just like all of the last, You ask yourself, Why isn't it enough? Well, I'll tell you why. You're focusing on the wrong, And not the right, The bad, Rather than the good, Santa, Rather than Jesus.
I'm sick of how fake Christmas has gotten. I swear, now it is all just some giant marketing ploy.
alexisa
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Dec 25, 2014
Dec 25, 2014 at 9:05 PM UTC
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