� 2001-2006 by Shiloh
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'Twas the night before Christmas
and all through the town
Not a sign of Baby Jesus
was anywhere to be found.
No one sang "Away in a manger,
no crib for a bed."
Instead, they sang of Santa
dressed up in bright red.
Mama watched Martha Stewart,
Papa drank beer from a tap.
As hour upon hour
the presents they'd wrap
When what from the tv
did they suddenly hear?
'Cept an ad...which told
of a big sale at Sears.
So away to the mall
they all flew like a flash...
Buying things on credit...
and others with cash!
And as they made their way home
from their trip to the mall,
Did they think about Jesus?
Oh no...not at all.
Their lives were so busy
with their Christmastime things
No time to remember
Christ Jesus, the King.
There were presents to wrap
and cookies to bake.
How could they stop and remember
who died for their sake?
To pray to the Savior...
they had no time to stop.
Because they needed more time
to "Shop till they dropped!"
On Wal-Mart! On Kmart!
On Target! On Penney's!
On Hallmark! On Zales!
A quick lunch at Dennys...
From the big stores downtown
to the stores at the mall
They would dash away, dash away
and visit them all!
And up on the roof,
there arose such a clatter
As Grandpa hung icicle lights
up on his brand new step ladder.
He hung lights that would flash.
He hung lights that would twirl.
Yet he never once prayed to Jesus...
Light of the World.
Christ's eyes...oh how they twinkle!
Christ's Spirit...how merry!
Christ's love...how enormous!
All our burdens...He'll carry!
So instead of being busy
overworked and uptight
Let's put Christ back in Christmas
and enjoy some good nights!
I knew there was a better way to say what I tried to yesterday, but it escapd me till this poem came to my hands. And Heather and I were discussing how we felt about the "feeling of the season" right now, and we bothed agreed that we were ready yet not. I'm ready in the aspect that I have Heather's and Aubree's gifts already, they just need wrapping. And I do feel a festive spirit as I look about the house. But I'm still striving for the spiritual side. That feeling is still illusive to me. But this poem helps put into perspective what I'm striving for, so perhaps I can now more easily find that spirit I'm looking for?
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