T 'was a day before Christmas and all throughout the land. People were hurrying and scurrying about. They looked here and they looked there. But no one could find, a gift that was just fine. At the end of the day they all fell on a couch. Exhausted and fatigued from being out and about.
When the time had come and all were asleep. The bundles came
out then slipped under a tree. All of that night everyone slept, slept and
slept. Dreaming of what things were beneath the tree.
When the new dawn came, all awoke with a scream. Running
from their rooms to see bundles with glee. Then When it was all over there the big
mess had remained.
So, commencing with the cleanup and cooking all the day.
Along with sitting around reading or watching the children at play.
Arrived the great feast, fit for a Queen. So, everyone did
stop and looked around. And there on the table a feast did abound.
As they ate stuffing their faces, someone tried to slip in
but was rebuffed then sent away.
Now this story isn't
about holidays you see. It's
about the greed we have and the poor with need. They have no bundles, no feast
to please. Only coldness, dampness and torn holes in their knees.
So when you sit down all snug and warm with a belly filled
and a drink by your hand. Think of those who are out in the cold. Trying to
find something secondhand. Or ask just for a quarter, nickel or dime in the can.
And think of how fortunate you really are.
What is Christmas than a day to spend money for. But let's not think about the
poor. Or people receiving without any giving. Those that give gifts to the
delight of another. Then soon discover they received nothing at all. Complaining;
no gift what a plight. It must be an oversight.
Has the true meaning been lost to us all? Because the
selling of goods is the new meaning beginning in the fall.
Sheilah Say revised: 11.30.2020
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