'Twas the Night Before Christmas: The Updated Version.
| ‘Twas the night before Christmas, all were out shopping, For hopes to keep children happy with material gift swapping, Home they trot to wrap these large gifts, When the homeless outside are forced to thrift. They gorge down large turkeys and drink their French wine, Is being wealthy that much of a crime? If the poor wanted money, they would find jobs, And not laze around like dirty old slobs. Why should we help them with their needs? For we are of much higher breeds. The children dress in their silk bedclothes, When ready for bed they propose, To leave a plate of cookies and a glass of milk, While lonely men and addicts are reduced to bilk. Scanning the streets for prostitutes and drugs, As these children enjoy hot chocolate in warm mugs. Before they rest their small heads on soft pillows, Waiting for an obese man in red to soar through billows. A mythical man, devised to bring children toys, As well as an overwhelming feeling of joy, While more unfortunate children miss his caper, They slowly wither and freeze on thin paper. These children, women and men, Are soon forgotten yet again, When children begin to open presents, Full of pretty contents, Which fills them with a hollow sense of delight, As few still remember one supposed man’s plight. One man who died for our sins, To save humanities skin. Have we really lost the plot? The story and meaning of Christmas, forgot? That baby, born in a manger, From a virgin stranger. The story may seem confusing, Or even a little bit amusing, But the hidden message, That major presage, When faced with Judgement Day, Have you tried to help someone today? In such a festive time, Depression and loneliness are still prime, So, don’t be so selfish and hostile, Give them something to make them smile. Whether it be a meal or a donation, Kindness and charity stops that temptation, For reaching for that sharp blade, To end their harsh crusade. Now, whether the story of Jesus is true, I cannot really tell you, For a lack of evidence even exists, To suggest if God or Jesus arose from the abyss. Besides, the 25th was stolen from the Pagan sun God, Sol, So it was decided that today Jesus began his role. Forget capitalism and help someone tonight, Happy Christmas to all, and to all, a good-night. Labels: 'Twas the night before christmas, updated. |
posted by LameHobo at Saturday, December 19, 2009
