A Poem of Christmas Woe*
Santa, Christmas trees, excess, overload are things that hurt my heart at Christmas. As I walk around my daily life at this time of year, nothing reminds me of the wonderful joyful time of celebrating the Birth of Our Saviour. I hope you all have a safe and merry time praising the Name of Our Lord this Christmas. Blessings to you!
“Lilly sit still” My mother’s voice rings out
“I don’t want to” I say, as I punch and shout.
The fat jolly man on who’s knee I was sat
Thought it ok to give a soothing pat
But his touch didn’t soothe my flighty fight
In fact it didn’t feel quite right
And when I tried to sleep that night
The thought of him gave me an awful fright
I’d heard of Santa Claus and his right
To come into my home at night
Our security screens were in doubt
And wouldn’t keep this stranger out
My parents said “sleep” I must
For “Santa Claus we sure could trust”
But everything else they had taught before
Lay open in warning all over the floor
I knew I hadn’t done my best all year
So why were there so many presents here?
They told me he…
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