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Ads for Christmas specials
Litter magazines and such
Oooh another Christmas Carol
Tiny Tim has a new crutch

A Christmas Story musical
The Rockettes on TV
I'd rather watch old re-runs
Of Andy Williams 'neath the tree

The stores are stocked, the lights are bright
There's tinsel everywhere
There's Romney and Obama Christmas tags
I mean is this really fair?

There's Kingdom of Thrones nativities
And guess who plays the baby
There' s something wrong inherently
When you stop to buy it...maybe.

Christmas got away from us
It's more commercial than I've seen
There's more crap on the shelves these days
Than there is at Hallowee'n

It's only just September
and I'm already done in
by my Christmas Season overload
I can't believe the state I'm in

What happened to Goodwill to Men
And Seasons Greetings at the mall
They've been replaced by anger
And gift cards that are given out by all

This year I have decided
to change how I celebrate this silly thing
I'm going home to bed right now
And I will Hibernate till spring !!!
Amber M Hughes Dec 2013
You can hear it in the ringing of bells
And the soundest of stories.
You can see it in the way the snow falls
And the way the world is full of light.
It is the magic all around us,
From the stories of brighter stars
And the idea that maybe
Reindeer can fly in December
And magic hats can bring cold men to life.

Right now
There are some wrapping gifts to give
And others are lighting candles,
All the while
The saints are outside singing
Of the Messiah,
Of God here with us,
Of wishing you a merry Christmas
And maybe we could join them.

But it’s a silent night
And baby
It’s cold outside
So stay a while,
Stay here in the warmth
Of vivid lights and winter memories.
And remember that the breath of heaven
Exists just beyond us,
Just beyond the firelight
Where the smoke billows out of chimneys
And where Nicholas watches and waits
For us to fall asleep
With dreams of sugarplums dancing.

And remember that faith
Is something that keeps us warm
And keeps our spirits merry.
So deck the halls
And let it snow,
Because I have heard
That there are saviors born
Under the bright stars in Bethlehem stables,
Meant to bring peace to all of us.

And right now
There are living nativities
And children rockin’ round evergreen trees,
All the while
There are angles in the sky singing
Gloria,
Of the Messiah.
Singing of joy
And maybe we should listen.

‘Cause it’s a holy night
So remember Jacob Marley,
And the little drummer boy.
And remember the truth of the Christmas story,
That it’s a wonderful life
And that if Charllie Brown’s Christmas tree
Taught us anything,
Is that a little love can make us grow.
So let it snow, let it snow,
Let it snow.
I want not to replicate the old gods
In my decry of my love for my dear nyas,
Her pristine love for me went aboveboard
Follies of the princonx in their native demesness,
As my efforts to love back are stretched taut
My hands held forlorn in the snarling gyvies,
Their cradle nothing but nativities fiat,
Other than my luckless stone falconer’s life lurk.
Susan Wilson Nov 2015
I hear the songs of Christmas almost everywhere I go;
I see the shoppers rushing as their baskets overflow.
I watch the children wishing as they pass each toy in turn;
And parents frown in worry thinking, “Not on what I earn.”

There’s a Santa Claus in every store and snowmen on each shelf;
There’s reindeer to be bought and sold and a movie titled “Elf.”
Buy this candle! Buy this bell! Buy this can of “snow!”
Need some holly? Need some ribbon? Need some mistletoe?

Nativities have just become a part of all the hype;
Does anyone believe a baby really came that night?
So many songs about Him sung by those who don’t believe;
The gift that matters, many have neglected to receive.

The Reason for the Season is not just a catchy phrase;
The baby born on Christmas is The One Who Shapes Our Days.
Sweet child He was, but even more, He came to give us life;
His love is not a gift that fades--it takes away our strife.

Don’t leave Him in the manger as your Christmas fades away;
Remember that He died for you another fateful day.
Accept the gift He came to give and take the cross He bore;
Receive new life--become the child He wants to come back for.
Qualyxian Quest Jan 2020
Maybe I was born
In the wrong time and space

Or maybe it's just this country
***** up my headspace

Don't want to be a millionaire
Or destroy the Middle East

Don't want to hate my neighbors
Or carniverously feast

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Do want to timeflight travel
And sleep the shining stars

Wish that Victor Farrington
Might mean that Irish bars

Somehow know the secrets
Of this love that we call ours

Maggie and sweet Molly Malone
Trappist 1! far sun, not Mars.
Qualyxian Quest Dec 2018
often fleeing festivities
   struggling with sinful proclivities
                 but inside internal nativities

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