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The children adore it and wait all year for the cold winter comfort and the saturating cheer They fidget and pace all through December making lists of the gifts That they did not remember. They climb upon Santa eyes shining brightly fingers clutching their lists ever so tightly. They stutter and stammer forget what to say resigned to waiting for that magical day. Xmas eve evening so full of excitement they dream of the morning wondrous delightment. The parents abhor it and wait with dread the upcoming gathering the breaking of bread. The family you avoid the rest of the year the drinking, the gossip the pains in your rear. The endless instruction batteries galore the wrapping and hiding the locked closet door. The last minute shopping Black Friday stampede to grant their wishes to satiate their need. Its finally over the end is nigh the morning of Christmas the end of the lie. The atheist ignores it as best he can it is pretty invasive and he is only a man. A fat man, a baby flying moose in the skies horrible, endless music but at least there are pies. It begins in October the feast for the dead the next day there's Jesus in his tiny, wooden bed A story of divinity passed through the ages bastardized and broken parchment thin pages Roman gift giving European "Christmas" trees A Greek gift giving saint Shepherds on their knees Supernova signals Norseman's Mistletoe A donkey, a sleigh Coca Cola's ** ** ** Saturnarian or Pagan Christian or Jew Happy Holidays to everyone From: Atheist, To: You
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Dec 18, 2013
Dec 18, 2013 at 12:40 AM UTC
Christmas
The children adore it and wait all year for the cold winter comfort and the saturating cheer They fidget and pace all through December making lists of the gifts That they did not remember. They climb upon Santa eyes shining brightly fingers clutching their lists ever so tightly. They stutter and stammer forget what to say resigned to waiting for that magical day. Xmas eve evening so full of excitement they dream of the morning wondrous delightment. The parents abhor it and wait with dread the upcoming gathering the breaking of bread. The family you avoid the rest of the year the drinking, the gossip the pains in your rear. The endless instruction batteries galore the wrapping and hiding the locked closet door. The last minute shopping Black Friday stampede to grant their wishes to satiate their need. Its finally over the end is nigh the morning of Christmas the end of the lie. The atheist ignores it as best he can it is pretty invasive and he is only a man. A fat man, a baby flying moose in the skies horrible, endless music but at least there are pies. It begins in October the feast for the dead the next day there's Jesus in his tiny, wooden bed A story of divinity passed through the ages bastardized and broken parchment thin pages Roman gift giving European "Christmas" trees A Greek gift giving saint Shepherds on their knees Supernova signals Norseman's Mistletoe A donkey, a sleigh Coca Cola's ** ** ** Saturnarian or Pagan Christian or Jew Happy Holidays to everyone From: Atheist, To: You
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Dec 18, 2013
Dec 18, 2013 at 12:40 AM UTC
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