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Xmas Without

Christmas comes around once every year Feeling of happiness, toasting good cheer What does it now mean? I ask myself Material things replacing god's wealth?. What about people who go without? Tummy loud rumbles when hunger sprouts No home to keep them dry, safe and warm Sleep out all night from dusk through till dawn. Parents with no money to buy food or toys Second hand clothes for their girls and boys Breadline living no comfort or joy No work for people, no jobs to employ. Visit to food banks for something to eat Donation of shoes for children's young feet Loan sharks percentage payback plenty more Twenty first century - modern day poor. Adverts and television entice and tease Buy now pay later, tempt buying schemes Debts soar high at commercial gain Children now wanting latest new game. Parents trying to do their very best Homeless in doorways rest tired heads No one to talk to; pensioners sit all alone Choose between eating or heating on. Privilege sit in their ivory towers Making the rules controlling by power Reality does not affect their own self I'm all right Jack sod everyone else. Christmas is more than feasting and gifts Jesus was born December Twenty Fifth God sent his son to save us from sin Born in the stables, no room at the inn. Man's greed and for power still lives on Many have forgotten god's only son Kindness, compassion, help others out Birth of Lord Jesus what Christmas is about. 01.12.20 ''X'' Contest, New or Old Poetry Contest Sponsor Constance La France

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Date: 11/29/2021 2:48:00 PM
Emilia, wonderful congratulations on your Third Place Win in my "X" (Xmas) New/Old Contest ~ love and serenity _Constance
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Date: 12/29/2021 8:39:00 AM
Thank you so much Constance and for the win placement. Emilia : )
Date: 11/26/2021 6:25:00 PM
Powerful message here, Emilia. Hope your poem is widely read, best wishes
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Date: 12/29/2021 8:36:00 AM
Thank you Unseeking Seeker. This is one of my personal favs. Emilia : )
Date: 8/30/2021 2:29:00 AM
A wonderful poem with a wonderful message, Emilia, enjoyed reading it. Hugs, John
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Date: 8/30/2021 9:12:00 AM
Thank you so much John, Glad that you enjoyed it. Had my sensible head on when I wrote this lol. Hugs, Emilia : )
Date: 12/2/2020 6:16:00 PM
How right you are.its all about money now.i still love Xmas.take care.simon.: )
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Emilia James
Date: 12/4/2020 9:47:00 AM
Thank you Simon, are you making any mince pies? take care, Emilia : )
Date: 12/1/2020 5:19:00 PM
Hello Emilia … your poem speaks the truth about modern society and the greed that has come with it. The meaning of Christmas is shrinking while commercialization grows, and this is a sad omen - thanks Emilia - Lindsay
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Date: 12/4/2020 9:40:00 AM
Thank you Lindsay, The constant pressure to buy is thrown at people earlier every year and with so many not even being able to buy food, Emilia : )
Date: 12/1/2020 3:20:00 PM
Great reminder of the truth of Christmas, Emilia. Here's to a meaningful Christmas for you and yours. Blessings, Gershon
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Date: 12/4/2020 9:33:00 AM
Thank you Gershon, Wishing you and your family a wonderful and meaningful Christmas too, Emilia : )
Date: 12/1/2020 9:28:00 AM
I feel for all those who've lost jobs or been put on reduced pay and yet the tv continues to put out adverts, buy this buy that, how do you tell kids Santa might not be calling. Many have forgotten what the true meaning of christmas is. Certainly going to be different this year Emilia. Well written. Hope you're well. Tom
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Date: 12/1/2020 2:49:00 PM
Thank you Tom, I think the true meaning is slowly being eroded and times are getting so much harder now. This poem turned out a little different to what I originally intended, think my mind went into ramble mode lol, Emilia : )

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