Don't you find Christmas a little askew in its purpose?
We remember a man who, born on this day, walked the Earth some two thousand years ago
                   By burning pockets with gift giving,
       Decorating a door frame with a $70 wreath which will die in two weeks,
           Stuffing our faces with high fructose desserts and fat filled ham
   Competing for the brightest tree (also going to die in two weeks) and the loudest outside decorations
                                                     ­                 Did we forget the homeless man on the corner who can't even buy a sock?
                                       Who would give anything for that one sock, perhaps even another sock
                   Why is Christmas a competition
                              What happened to Cindy Lou Who, who asked where Christmas was and why she couldn't find it
                                                      I seem to think that Christmas should be much the same as Thanksgiving,
       But I am the only one,
  As we continue to spend thousands of dollars each year's end
                                                             ­   And soil what God intended originally for these twenty four hours
                                            Maybe, just maybe,
                      Spend a little less ******* money on your family,
         And spend a little more time with them
                                      It's all that homeless man could ask for,
                                      Besides that sock