Commercial Christmas Poems | Examples
These Commercial Christmas poems are examples of Christmas poems about Commercial. These are the best examples of Christmas Commercial poems written by international poets.
I feel victimized
by the commercial success
of what was once a silent,
waiting,
watching
for Emmanuel,
Allah WithIn Us
I wonder
when I become red-faced angry
about not being able to CONSERVE
sufficient power to have my sacred way
right now
If this is entirely different
than when I feel disempowered by fear
of losing what
and whom
and when
and where
and why I have chosen
to love too LIBERALLY
Without restraint,
without constraint,
without greed,
without ego-aggrandizing need
Without anthro-privileged boundaries
to loving
divine embrace,
warm
humane grace
PeaceFull face
of sacred EarthTribe,
Divine Beauty,
Humane Unity,
hypostatic Integrity.
This time of the year
when the cannas sadly droop,
Ma is saving kitchen scraps
from recent repasts
for a hearty winter soup,
and decorations go up.
Too early I think
with the Christmas ornaments
for commercial purposes
slighting Halloween
and Thanksgiving gatherings.
I shall complain bitterly.
No one will listen!
Some say I am Mister Scrooge
I can stand only so much
happiness and joy,
cash registers dinging loud
facing the mad shopping crowds.
Each year it gets worse
when the cannas sadly droop,
and Ma saves scraps for the soup
decorating starts,
and I complain bitterly
but no one listens or cares.
Written September 12, 2022
They plead with us
manipulating
pain and hunger
between the segments
of broken merriment.
Beggars
paid big bucks
to raise funds
tearing at the tender
underbellies
tormenting the scorched souls
of the old and lonely.
Chastising us
in voices muted
by soft music
intimating that we
are all that is needed
to suture the wounds
of the world.
John G. Lawless
20/30/2020
Had a little too much leaded eggnog at Target's Christmas party,
sung karaoke with hardy Bullseye, he was a little smarty.
12/16/2018
Poetry Contest: A Cute Christmas Couplet (in rhyme)
Sponsored by: Andrea Dietrich
contains 17 syllable per line
using how many syllable web site
Bullseye (formerly known as Spot) is a Miniature Bull Terrier and the official mascot of Target Corporation. The dog is featured in Target's commercial campaigns and in store sale signage and is used in various marketing campaigns.
Santa Claus
Now that Christmas has become irrelevant but is a commercial success story,
isn`t it time we have a female Santa.
The first Santa I saw as a toddler was the neighbour
a rather stout lady, with a false beard she was Santa,
I hid behind my mother who whispered
don`t be frightened it is Mrs Strom, which disappointed me,
I wanted so very much to believe.
Going home, it was snowing, and I asked: is there a real Santa
mum, is he a friend of Jesus?
Not wanting to disappoint me she said something about beliefs and faith,
of which I understood nothing, but I had
the feeling they were make-believe, and that was ok for me.
Unending expectations
Can lead to so much dread
Money always spent
Could be paid on bills instead
This commercial time of year
Can end in such a mare
Alcohol drank in haste
might not get you there
So before you spend a penny
Make sure you can afford
Those pretty little things
That end up in the hoard
Before you take a drink
Make sure you know your mind
As litte ones want laughter
Not your drunk behind
These are only little warnings
As at this time of year
The pressure cookers building
So i whisper in your ear
Remember to be thankful
As you look for reindeers in the sky
As Christmas miracles come so quickly
They can easy pass you by
I wish you peace and harmony
I wish you all good cheer
I wish you Happy Yuletide
I wish you Happy New Year
Money pours out the door as we buy presents for loved ones
and spend on food and drink three or four times more than usual.
Mortgaging ourselves for the next six months. Yet! Why?
To load family with more unwanted goods and thicker waist lines?
To drink past the point of sense? To wake up with a hang over?
What is the reason for all this excess? To feel good for few hours?
Twenty four hours and its over, now comes the grind of clearing up.
Hours of overtime to pay off the bills leaving no family time for fun.
Yet what is this time? It is all about Santa Claus, forgotten is the child.
It is the season to be jolly and so we spend as if we have bottomless purses.
Seeking, searching and hunting for that elusive happiness we are so blind.
This time of year should be a spiritual occasion a time to look within.
To reach out to others and to nature. To take joy in simple things.
Forget the commercial side of things. Enjoy instead life's bounties.
For me the true meaning of this special time is all about sharing.
Today I saw a commercial;
They were selling Christmas lights,
And I thought of the darkness of the world
Being pierced by countless points of light
And I thought there was something hopeful
About their unnatural festive glow
Against the cold, unfeeling dark
And I thought they shone rather brightly,
As if to prove that they existed
In defiance of all of nature
And I thought that if we too could learn
To shine as bright as they did then,
Resigning ourselves to each small moment,
Perhaps the night would pass away forever.
I would have loved Santa to have visited us here
In his coat of red and his eight brown reindeer
Sadly there is no atmosphere left on earth
So we moved to Mars, it’s the place of my birth
Hushed secret stories are told about Santa Claus
But he’s outlawed here it’s against our laws
We have a very regimented regime
Images of Santa must never be seen
We use the Internet to buy what we need
Things are delivered next day at lightning speed
I’ve been told about Santa and the days of old
Just to mention his name on Mars is very bold
Ancient history tells us of the amazing glory
Of Jesus’ birth and of the Christmas story
But during earth years it became very commercial
With over indulgence which was controversial
Sadly Martian children will never understand
The delights of Christmas which forever is banned
Finished too late to submit in the Futuristic Christmas Contest
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online
commercial
nonreligious
Christmas socially unacceptable
Written 12/14/2015
Once a year it cometh
All through the year we await
A time of expectant joy
The cynical say it’s a commercial ploy
Tis the time we aim to be happy
Tis the season for supposed love and cheer
Tis the time of snow and frolicking
Tis the time we spend a lot of money
Tis the season for gifts aplenty
Tis the season to be merry
Tis the season to love and cherish
Tis the season for egg nog
Tis the time to have an overfilled belly
Tis the season of puddings and pies
Tis the season for that overcooked turkey
Tis the time of the yearly church visit
Tis the season of carol singing
Tis the season for ho ho ho ing
Tis the season for thanksgiving
Tis the season to watch reruns on TV
Tis the season to be drunk on sherry
Tis the season for fraternity
When it goes it will be missed
Some may wonder why we do this
Another Xmas another year
Another time of forced cheer
Another blessed year over that we couldn’t bear
Thanks for Xmas and all we hold dear
CHRISTMAS - Santa Versus Jesus
The 25th of December is the day of Christmas
were we all celebrate the coming of Jesus
yet we represent that day with a roly poly little man
called Santa Claus, why do we do this ?
why is Sant Claus sitting in department stores
amusing children and spreading the Christmas spirit to all,
while the birth of Jesus Christ is forgotten as if he
had never been born, the Bible has always been
a respected book and Christmas is a sacred day to all,
yet we give Santa carte blance over Jesus, I feel
there needs to be change as Jesus is the religious reason
that Christmas is being celebrated, while a pretender has
virtually taken his throne, I feel Santa Claus and Christmas
Trees should be replace by Mangers and Jesus, to
commemorate his birth and what he eventually did to save
man from his sins, I am not a religious man but do believe
religion should replace commercial venture and Santa Claus
should be replaced by Jesus, as he is the true King of Christmas.
Who took the M out of magic
The A followed close behind
G didnt want to be left alone
I and C says, please be kind
Can we not stick together
Why have we drifted away
Why aren't we enjoying christmas
Who said humbug to this festive day
I know we have lost loved ones
Very close to our heart
Did they remove the magic wand
Or did the retailers do their part
Commercial christmas it is now
That should be its new name
Gone is the feeling of a family show
Its a crying shame
So as we sit down to eat lunch
Spare a thought for people with less
Especially the word Magic
Who wants to spread happiness
So come on smiles on faces
Light the candles say a prayer.
Cos its christmas day
We have magic here
An Inconvenient Truth About Christmas
By Elton Camp
It’s a season of excess, lies, drinking and greed
Many celebrators spend far more than they need
That Christmas honors Jesus simply is not true
It is falsehoods about Santa that people spew
Besides, Jesus Christ is now a heavenly king
At best, an image of a tiny babe it does bring
Christmas is a holiday that’s pagan to its core
Growing numbers refuse to do it anymore
Gifts should be given freely when you want to
Not when greedy custom demands that you do
Drunken Christmas parties can bring much grief
Observing it no more will bring one great relief
A major problem that creates anxiety and fear
Folks run up debt that they must pay on all year
So your pocket won’t be empty come Xmas eve
Give this commercial holiday a big, strong heave
Christmas seems to be lost in a commercial haze,
and hearts freeze over any retail deal.
Human kindness ebbs in greed's burning fire,
while good will toward people seems less real.
Whatever happened to the true Christmas spirit
and why has greed's spell taken hold of human hearts?
The holiday season seems less merry now,
as the gift of brotherly love is run over by millions of shopping carts.
Has the heavenly light of Christmas love
been lost to the darkness of commercial gifts?
Souls seem to latch on to these material things,
ignoring the wounds made from these man made drifts.
Has the holiday season lost the Christmas glow
that once flourished in love's golden night.
The mad rush that Christmas now brings,
tells me that human kind has lost its Christmas sight.