Christmas time poems...

[Henry Hawk]

Twas the month before Christmas
      When all through our land,
      Not a Christian was praying
      Nor taking a stand.
      Why the Politically Correct Police had taken away,
      The reason for Christmas - no one could say.
      The children were told by their schools not to sing,
      About Shepherds and Wise Men and Angels and things.
      It might hurt people's feelings, the teachers would say
      December 25th is just a " Holiday ".
      Yet the shoppers were ready with cash, checks and credit
      Pushing folks down to the floor just to get it!
      CDs from Madonna, an X BOX, an I-pod
      Something was changing, something quite odd!
      Retailers promoted Ramadan and Kwanzaa
      In hopes to sell books by Franken & Fonda.
      As Targets were hanging their trees upside down
      At Lowe's the word Christmas - was no where to be found.
      At K-Mart and Staples and Penney's and Sears
      You won't hear the word Christmas; it won't touch your ears.
      Inclusive, sensitive, Di-ver-si-ty
      Are words that were used to intimidate me.
      Now Reid, Now Durbin, Now Sharpton, Wolf Blitzen
      On Boxer, on Rather, on Kerry, on Clinton !
      At the top of the Senate, there arose such a clatter
      To eliminate Jesus, in all public matter.
      And we spoke not a word, as they took away our faith
      Forbidden to speak of salvation and grace.
      The true Gift of Christmas was exchanged and discarded
      The reason for the season, stopped before it started.
      So as you celebrate "Winter Break"   
      under your "Dream Tree"
      Sipping your Starbucks, listen to me.
      Choose your words carefully, choose what you say

      Shout
      MERRY CHRISTMAS,
      not Happy Holiday!

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[Locutus]

I think "me" has beaten you to the punch with this piece of propaganda. 

http://theunknownzone.us/smf/index.php?topic=6649.0

[Henry Hawk]

OOPS!!

sorry me.. ..........great minds....


propaganda????

heck man, that is fine poetry, right there.....

[ladywrenn]

I got this one in an email last week.
'Twas the day after Christmas, and all through the house,
Every creature was hurtin', even the mouse.
The toys were all broken, their batteries dead;
Santa passed out, with some ice on his head.

Wrapping and ribbons just covered the floor,
While upstairs the family continued to snore.
And I in my T-shirt, new Reeboks and jeans,
I went into the kitchen and started to clean.

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the sink to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the curtains, and threw up the sash.

When what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a little white truck, with an oversized mirror.
The driver was smiling, so lively and grand;
The patch on his jacket said "U.S. POSTMAN."

With a handful of bills, he grinned like a fox
Then quickly he stuffed them into our mailbox.
Bill after bill, after bill, they still came.
Whistling and shouting he called them by name

"Now k-mart, now Wal-mart, now Penny's and Sears
Here's Radio shack's, and the Gap and Target and E-Bay.
To the tip of your limit, every store, every mall,
Now charge away--charge away--charge away all!"

He whooped and he whistled as he finished his work.
He filled up the box, and then turned with a jerk.
He sprang to his truck and he drove down the road,
Driving much faster with just half a load.

Then I heard him exclaim with great holiday cheer,
"Enjoy what you got. . . . . .you'll be paying all year!"