Twas the night before Christmas and all through my home

the phone wouldn’t stop ringing from the collectors of the loans

the presents were placed under the tree just right

gifts duplicated for the kids to cut down on the fights

the kidds were tucked all nice in their beds

w/ dreams of their hearts desires and not what they dred

mamma fast asleep on the couch drained from the day

sitting in traffic, from store to store, only to be met w/ dismay

when at the front door there was such an uproar

i jumped from my chair not sure what was in store

a church choir on my lawn caroling their hearts away

their last question before they left was if i knew the real reason for the day

before they left my lawn i noticed a young child yawn

i pondered her reason for being out in the cold so close to dawn

why she was not at home anxious for santa’s entrance

running around her home, at the top of her lungs, screaming senseless

why were they so joyous while i sit here in quiet

why were they so happy whilei was dredding the riot

of footsteps on my stairwell at 5am on the dot

watching the hands of the clock tick tick tick tick tock

there has to be more to this season than gifts and lights

 i can remember is the ember in the that little girl’s eyes that shone so bright

her smile was not one of wanting or need

her smile was that of true fufillment indeed

it was not one w/ thoughts of her accumulated debt

but of sincere love, that’s what her smile said

she seemed to be so happy regardless of what she would receive

in a few hours, the morning after this Christmas eve

so tonight i ask you as well as myself

doesyour head swell when you think of the clearance sales

or your heart when you think of those that have not and could use our help

is it for doing a little more to help someone other than ourselves

is it for the true reason that we are here to celebrate this day

the birth of our Saviour, Christ the Lord, who has come to save.