Christmas-What Does It Really Mean? Poem by Michael Gale

Christmas cheer...
Dear oh dear.

Candy canes...
Overstuffed turkey pains.

Noel, Noel...
What be thy gift?
I pray to thee that i cannot tell.

Egg nog spilled down thy frontal shirt...
Holiday songs in front of a piano
Wow! How swell.

Christmas tree bottomed by a white fluffy skirt...
Giving and not receiving can be fun and not hurt.

Midnight mass in a Catholic church...
Is my tree made of birch?

Opened presents round yon tree...
T'was so costly as not free.

Reindeer sighted flying way over head...
A blurred vision of red sailed to earth,
Was it Santa? Was he hurt or even feared dead?

Seatbelt unfastened because of old Saint nick's wide expanding girth...
His mama should have put him on a diet since the time of his birth.

Sales at stores to celebrate the birth of Christ...
Too much charges were put on my credit card and now to pay for it all i'll have to do is go to a bank and commit a great heist.

Frosty the Snowman playing on the old phonograph...
Sitting around in circles looking at albums filled with good memories trapped inside a framed up papery photograph.

No more metal or paper money can be found inside my wallet or pocket...
Tomorrow it'll be off to the pawnshop i'll go with the family tv set that i'll have to give up for money, I can't tell my honey that i had to just go and hock it.

After a busy day i'll nod off in bed to sleepland to snore...
After tomorrow i'll be penniless and poor.

Bills will arrive in the mail...
From my wife i'll hide them the best i can and to her
knowledge i will not tell.

'Happy birthday, Jesus', to our Lord may be heard...
You can fly even higher than the highest flying bird.

Jesus Christ, You are the most high...
That fact by man, no one may ever be able to deny.

He is the best...
Let's all tell the whole, earthly rest.