Piercing the darkness on a gloomy night
Weary pilgrims are drawn to the light
All ye faithful flock to beacon bright
To worship at the alter of this sacred site
Baby Santa lies away in a manger
Swaddled in consumer currency
Surrounded by merry elves and reindeer
All doing their part for our economy
The doors swing open at midnight
The assembled masses storm in
Seeking the salvation this sale brings
Prices so low they seem like a sin
The Fallen Angel proclaims to all,
“Welcome to my Bargain Nativity! ”
Christmas may be the domain of God,
But Black Friday belongs to me!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem