What’s To Believe Poem by brian chacon

To believe in Christmas is hard, it’s a virtually cold society. It seems so impossible.
It’s all about designer this and stylish that, or electronic that and video this, expense is merely a dropp in the pan in order to get the best item at hand.

What ever happened to the virtue of faith and giving? Just a small gift or
Trinket had the meaning of the world. Now it’s what video game or laptop
Or palm pilot, that it the ultimate thing.

Where it the meaning of brotherhood of man? At one time the exchange of
Hello’s and hugs or just a smile was filled with cheer. Now its, out of my way or move. Or a sneer or cold look if you dare say hello.

Its hustle as well as hassle through the malls and roads. Minds on too many things, they are danger to the all. Whether on a cell phone or window shopping from the driver side is an accident waiting to happen.

Too commercial and too virtual our society is. We need to get back to the meaning why we are here. Its about a child born who will someday die. For a cause that he thought was right. A cause we must take up that is right in front of our site.

It’s about family and friends, its about those who hurt and lost. And though we have lost our way from were we began. Its not impossible the find the way back. Just believe that you can and you will.

Santa Claus always exists… Seeing isn’t believing, believing is seeing. Believing is inside you.

Brian Chacon.

Dec,2003 copyrighted