The Spirit Of Christmas

After just visiting a Friends Space I have to agree with him that we have Lost the Meaning of Christmas.

So Heres a poem I wrote a few years back now. Nothing has changed except probably the debts have increased more now as people live off their plastic cards. The spirit of Christmas…. I am still searching!

 

The Spirit Of Christmas

 

Christmas is a busy time for the likes of you and me.

We dash about, scream and shout, then decorate the tree.

We rack our brains to buy the toys

For all you girls and boys

 There’s T.V. Adds Computer fads,

Well done the manufacturer.

Then we stand and queue,  Yes, to buy that last gift voucher.

 

Tinsel, glitter, party frocks. Jingle go the tills.

Buy now with your plastic cards, its later you get the bills.

 Oh where is the Christmas Spirit? Oh where is the Christmas joy ?

It’s hard to come out smiling, when Argos has sold the last toy.

 

At last we’ve wrapped the last present. Santa is packing his sleigh.

The mince pies are out of the oven. And Rudolph’s carrot is on a tray.

Children sleeping like little Angels, after promising to be good.

Mistletoe hanging in the hallway, waiting for the one you love.

 

It’s five am… “Has he been?” As Santa’s sack goes bleep!

Squeals of delight on goes the light- No more chance for sleep.

Wrapping paper thrown aside. Laughing smiling faces.

Turkey, stuffing, Christmas pud. Sweets and chocolate traces.

 

Good will to all men. Peace on Earth. Christmas carollers sing.

We all of us have special gifts, each of us can bring.

A pleasant smile. A warm hello. A caring helping hand.

These are the gifts we all should share, to spread across the land.

 

Kindly deeds. Caring thoughts. Bidding all good cheer.

                               Christmas Spirit has many forms, Lets make it last all year.

 

 By Dreamwalker,