Friday, December 23, 2005

A Christmas Song

Once, in a royal David' city
In a lowly cattle shed
There, a mother held a baby
You'll do well to remember the things He later said

When you're stuffing yourselves at the Christmas table
You'll just laugh when I tell you to take a running leap
You're missing the point I should not be making
That the Christmas Spirit is not what you drink

So how can you laugh when someone's mother's hungry?
And how can you smile when your reasons for smiling are wrong?
And if I've just messed up your thoughtless pleasures
Remember this: This is just A Christmas Song.

Peace on earth


Blogger Jessica said...

The joys and sorrows seem so much sharper and closer together during the holidays.

10:40 AM  
Blogger Daniel Hoffmann-Gill said...


2:11 PM  
Blogger mal said...

Steven Vincent Benet beat you to it *S*. His poem has stayed with me over the years and provides perspective during the mad commercial rush

Best to you and yours in the coming year

6:21 AM  

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