A Christmas Poem
A Christmas Poem
You told me I should write it – it’s written but not sent
I'm not sure who would get my point - or who would just get bent
The 1st I wrote at Tulley Gate
Traffic on 1 made we wait and wait
By the time I got to Telegraph
I composed another paragraph
On Pohick then from light to light
I'd stop, grab paper, pen and write
And on the parkway from time to time
I'd stop at lights - jot down a rhyme
Then in the garage at my own home
I finished up the Christmas Poem
And this morning at an early hour
I composed this intro in the shower
So like I said, the poems been writ
I just don’t know what to do with it.
What do you want for Christmas? Or can I say that here.
Or has “Christmas Joy” been replaced by generic “Season’s Cheer”.
What do you want from Santa? Should I bring mistletoe?
No – I did not hear about the ban on his joyful “Ho – Ho – Ho”.
Is his workshop still non-union? Or have the elves gone out on strike.
And what’s this about PETA and using animals for flight.
And did you know his list of who’s naughty and who’s nice
Has been eliminated by physiologist’s advice
Today’s kids are rewarded just cause they’re a kid
Labeling them is not allowed no matter what they did
It’s no longer “Christmas” shopping; it’s the “Holiday’s” big sale
And if someone’s get’s offended, you might end up in jail
The Christ in Christmas means one thing
The birth of One who would be king
If it weren’t for Christ, there’d be no reason
For what we call this Christmas Season
So if greeted with “Happy Holiday”
Think about our Lord and say
Merry Christmas
This was written between Fort Belvoir, Va and my home in Chantilly, VA - about a 45 minute drive.
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