The snow is rapidly falling
People scurrying in a fuss
To complete the shopping list
In time for the Christmas rush.
The house smells are scintillating
With cookies, cakes, pies and more
Excitement is in the air for all
Wondering what really is in store.
The most joyous time of all
In giving which is fun
Yet, why can't we make Christmas
Every day for everyone?
The season passes quickly
Going back to our busy lives
Forgetting one another's needs
Ignoring the cries and sighs.
The homeless, bereaved, and hurting
As we commit the biggest sin
Turning our backs to ignore them
Waiting for Christmas time again.
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I couldn't agree more. It's all too commercialised for me. One can have a turkey any day now, so what's new. The actual meaning has gone too. Sad! Love Ernestine XXX