Christmas Poem

Poem About Christmas Greed

After years and years of dealing with the aftermath of the Christmas holiday season, I just had to sit down and put what I was thinking on paper so that I wouldn't just explode from the stress of it all. I'm a father of four from a not so large middle class family and every year the "Joy of the Season" withers a little more in my eyes. Do most of us remember while we are cussing and hating a total stranger for taking the last close parking space at Wal-Mart, what Christmas Is really all about?

Written by: Thomas Evans 12-24-10
Dedicated to all of those I love and cherish in my dysfunctional but wonderful family.

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What Have We Done To Christmas?


Published: February 2011

People screaming at each other,
Words are cutting like a knife
Savagely they rip apart any joys they had in life
Children crying, messes made
Clothes all stained from a day of play
Short on money, no more credit
Can't believe how fast we spent it.
Tempers flaring, horns are blaring.
Joy is gone now, no one's caring.
Rushing home, tired from driving
Wife is hurt, she goes in crying
Kids are sick from all the snow
Where did all my money go
We plan for this every year
Faking smiles and good cheer
Miserable for 6 months after
Tension building no time for laughter
Next few weeks we barely eat
Buying chicken, no red meat
We know it happens every time
We block the truth in our mind
Once the fighting stops a while
Children happy, finally smiles
Damage done by what was said
Hardly sleep in your own bed
Holidays, they pimp with cheer
Over and over every year
Same old feelings of regret
Stress and anger, lots of debt
Is this what this day is for
Family's torn as if by war
Selfish people plague the earth
wanting for themselves
This day's for honor of our Lord's birth
Not a day for living hell
Merchandisers and big store chains
are the ones I wanna blame
It starts with TV and the ads
And getting all the newest fads
their targets mainly kids and teens
Tools for dad and mom wants a ring
Grandma needs a new microwave
Look a sale, money saved
Saved for what I'll tell you a truth
Let's stop for lunch, get that corner booth
We pretend each day as we go shopping
That the prices must be dropping
People fighting over Elmo dolls
Wait a day that price will fall
Order everything online
Sure we'll save a lot of time
Blizzard hit somewhere out east
Planes are grounded for a week at least
Panic stricken what do we do
It's not my problem, I'm blaming you
Presents don't arrive in time
I gave you yours, now where's mine
What the hell is going on
This isn't right. it feels all wrong
I don't know much about the Lord
But if I were him I'd be really sore
All these people, all those gifts
All the travel, taking trips
I'm just asking, don't get mad
Shouldn't we all feel so bad
How many of you gave him praise
On this of all his special day
Shame on you and shame on me
Without his birth where would we be


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