We forget sometimes.....
|So 'tis the season to get all stressed,
And try to put on our Christmas best.
We'll shop and spend to our hearts' delight,
With nary a care for the ultimate sight,
Of the credit card bill that will come this New Year,
And bring to our budgets a cold, icy fear.
We know our friend Hazel will look simply smart,
With a faux sequined cat pin stuck close to her heart.
And dear Uncle Robby could not be forgot,
So the singing bass plaque is what had to be bought.
Forget Grandma Rose and her fine Irish whiskey?
Are you crazy? You know to do that is quite risky!
The kids then of course, need the latest in games.
And we're not talking Monopoly or Scrabble; too tame.
No, it's fifty bucks each for those graphics galore,
And tough it out parents, so what if it's gore?
It's the in thing you know, so you can't be a dip;
Not to get "that" for Christmas makes your kids so unhip!
Do you ever start thinking that something's gone wrong?
That the spirit of Christmas got lost in the throngs,
Of consumers all trying to buy what was best,
That we listen to ads, not the hearts in our chests?
Would the newborn babe Jesus have wanted a toy,
Or instead, people gifting each other with joy?
What of gifts of compassion, and self and good cheer?
Maybe moments of simply lending someone your ear.
A giving of time for a person in need,
Or a kind loving hug ~ these are all gifts indeed.
The true meaning of Christmas doesn't come with a cost;
It is priceless and precious ~ don't let it be lost.