Christmas Lost
I saw a commercial the other day,
Featuring that white haired, Christmas guy,
Nothing too unusual, nothing too weird
Except it was the Fourth of July.
My son knows Santa and Rudolph, too;
He knows Frosty and the Polar Express;
The other night he looked confused
When I told him the story of Jesus.
It seems to me as I walk through the mall
We’ve lost the meaning of the season
Greedy merchants and the stress of it all
I think is the ultimate reason.
So take a moment to stop and think about what Christmas means
If you do, I think you’ll see, things aren’t as bad as they seem.
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.