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 Or has “Christmas Joy” been replaced by generic “Season’s Cheer”.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.