X-Out Christmas
they crossed
out our Christ—
made a mockery
of His holy
name:
x-mas was born—
in the silence
of night
cash registers
loudly rang out
to jingling
bells—
greetings
to poor lost
souls…
Copyright © Millard Lowe | Year Posted 2017
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