Donna Marie

Celebrate Christmas with joyous mirth
The Lord arrived to bring peace to earth
Raise your hands in ardent praise
It is the sinners he will raise

A declaration for regististration
had been proclaimed in the land
Bethlehams the destination
So, he took her by the hand

Upon the donkeys back, he fastened the girth
Knowing the journey would be filled with myrrh
Unaware of the significance
This trip would incur

Celebrate Christmas with joyous mirth
The Lord arrived to bring peace to earth
Raise your hands in ardent praise
It is sinners he will raise

Hungry and weary they arrived at the Inn
A single event infused the world with a win
History recorded for all ye nations
A baby was born to engulf mans sin

Only a father who loves you so dear
Supplies you with a birth of immeasurable worth
When the evening turns to twilight
Remember whose the Christmas Highlight

So, Celebrate Christmas with joyous mirth
The Lord arrived to bring peace to the earth
Raise your hands in ardent praise
It is the sinners he will raise

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Tis the age of twitter
and social status
sometimes quite bitter
that tech apparatus

A new kind of Christmas
That seems to just dis us
empties our pockets
burns out our sockets

Take me back to the time
Berries twisted with twine
A simple family dine
Perhaps a splash of red wine

A bushel of our loves
A new pair of gloves
Dancing elf upon a shelf
Mistletoe to add a glow
After the fresh fallen snow

When passwords were for forts
And Santa might be heard
with a jolly ol snort
reindeer that stirred
prior to phone screens that blurred

A Christmas carole
One new apparel
anticipated with glee
Without a never ending fee

Cards that wished love
from heaven above
Not a book with a face
But a fireplace

Not a pinterest party
Just an Interest party
Im not in a group
But I am in the loop

Without an insult or like
putting together a new bike
With kisses and courage
that flourish and nourish

When tags where for gifts
Not a computer brimming with grift
Sleigh rides and drifts
Melodies that lift

My Christmas past is antiquated, perhaps
So much time spent on these screens
Political posts caused friendship collapse
So on this Holy Date, I will wean
for a day
Wishing you A Merry Christmas
and a possible New Sleigh

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