What Christmas Is About
By:Jessica Kobluk
Red and blue socks,
Tiny pet rocks,
A teddy that blinks,
A new skating rink,
A small plastic dolly
Named Mary-Sue-Polly,
This is what Christmas is made of said he.
New fashions of winter,
A bobble head sprinter,
D.I.Y. hair tinter, and
Ointment for splinters
This is what Christmas is made of.
Microphones,
Megaphones,
Camera phones,
Shoes.
Microscopes,
Telescopes,
Horoscopes,
Gooes
Of all different colors;
Pink, yellow, and green.
This is what every Christmas should mean.
Buzz saws and chain saws,
Fake jaws and big bras,
Rubber ducks, yellow trucks,
Things that cost big bucks.
This is what Christmas is made of.
All the stress and the mess
And the big purple dress
That Great Aunt Sue bought you for Christmas
That never gets warn it just hangs in the closet
Collecting up mountains of dust.
Chicken feed
And things to read
And all of this horrible, terrible greed
For different things that nobody needs
A new baby boy,
A star in the sky.
Not some plastic toy.
No thing you can buy.
The Lords only son
Who slept in some hay.
A new life was begun
On the first Christmas Day.
These are the things
We tend to forget
In the hussle and bussle
Of new things to get.
So as you sit down
To open your gift
That somebody bought with dismay,
Think silently of the greatest of gifts:
Gods son on the first Christmas Day
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