It’s Only Once a Year
On a chilly late December’s morn,
we praise the day our savior was born,
by placing a bunch of toys underneath a tree.
It seems like we’ll never reach the end,
of just how much money we will spend,
trying to buy a place to spend eternity.
We will say we went to church to pray,
but when all the people looked away,
we were on our cell phones trying our best to sin.
We will ask God to please forgive us,
as we continue with our business,
so that on Monday, we can do it all again.
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