Christmas comes and goes,
There is a lot of buying and selling,
Malls become alive with Santas, reindeers and elves.
They say Jesus was born around this time,
Thus, the birth of hope, love and some say Son of God.

We are funny like that,
We equate the celebration of the birth of goodness with
Spending as much money as possible,
And God help those who don’t have enough.
We teach our kids about gift giving and asking for the best
And behaving themselves for the ultimate aim of some present at the end of the year.

It doesn’t matter I guess in the end,
We’re human and allowed to portray our weakness and ignorance
After all, who cares if,
Down the block, in the ghetto, the baby is still crying,
Why even the three kings, are still just watching.

Some higher power thought we’d make a difference
He even sent his angels to help
But we as humans and prone to err
Have taken a humble birth and have turned it
into a billion dollar money making industry,
Churches abound with seemingly happy people
While the baby in the manger, still stays crying.