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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
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Dec 10, 2013
Dec 10, 2013 at 5:50 PM UTC
That Sockless Man Down The Corner Wishes You Would Treat Christmas The Right Way
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
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Dec 10, 2013
Dec 10, 2013 at 5:50 PM UTC
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