It's Christmas Poem by Phyllis Strong
It's Christmas
A week before Christmas
the stores were all packed;
people had abundance of gifts,
stacked in big sacks.
It’s time for Christmas;
and here they go again,
people all smiling and jolly within.
Saying “Season’s greetings;
And Merry Christmas to you.
But where is all that love,
When Christmas is thorough?
They want the latest electronics,
Laptop and toys.
Teaching their kids to be;
Material girls and boys.
Sally has this.
Johnny’s dad bought him that.
How about us keeping up with the pack?
Charging and charging
Getting into more debt;
Not once ever asking
“can I afford that? ”
When all gifts were presented,
Every single one;
Jesus said “It’s my Birthday”
Celebrate because I was born.
Copyright © 2009 by-Phyllis Strong
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4/22/2024 7:57:28 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Indeed..it isn't our birthday so why do we buy presents for ourselves? It is Jesus' birthday and gifts should be given to the celebrant simply by thinking of giving and sharing with others and not just merely thinking about getting something and receiving.