You've found peace while we still looking for it.
Is this Christmas - the season of peace and joy?
A manger most palatial readies,
While a slaughter house readies for cows and lamb.
Is this Christmas - the season of warmth and comfort?
Tall trees glitter next to your hearth,
While we bunker under a tree around mountains distant.
Is this Christmas - the season of love and mercy?
Cards and mails of heart-rending ideals do the round,
While we barely breathe and make ends meet.
Is this Christmas - the season of giving and thanksgiving?
Your worn out socks stick glittering gifts out,
While our's stick cold working feet and hands out.
Isn't it Christmas - a season for you and me?
You're sharing all you've got,
While we're looking at what've found.
Yes, this is Christmas - a season for all.
Everyone has something to thank for,
While the earth rejoice in lofty ideals of the season.
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