Co-written with Valerie Lewis
‘Twas the night after Jesus’s birthday had passed
And the shops were abuzz with returns oh so fast.
For the day of receiving had come and now gone
And the day of redeeming now blissfully dawned.
All the shoppers shuffled frantically round,
Lusting and thrusting their credit cards down.
While the little green workers could finally rest,
The sales clerks regarded the masses as pests.
With Santa and Jesus duking it out
And families cussing and fussing about,
All the middle-aged matrons just lie to themselves:
“This is happiness purchased half-price off the shelves.”
And at home sit the men growing into the couch:
“A’int no creature here stirring not even no mouse.”
All the munchkins are waltzing with mummy round town
Stamping their feet wearing big greedy frowns,
“I want what I wanted, I want it right now!”
“I want what I wanted, I want it right now!”
And the few who are sane? Well, you know what they do;
They sit and they read and they think the day through
Grateful they are that the past is the past
That this dreadful sick season is over at last
The red and the green that starts mid-November
And spreads like a rash ‘til the end of December
(Blinking with lights and incessant bright song
Materialism, fighting, and plans gone wrong)
Is now winding down to a time to remember,
Its frightful fires reduced to an ember
And In hearts there are echoes of moments of love
For a few in this season have risen above
Even I can see that—I’m not known to be nice
But somewhere, bit buried, through the snow and the ice
There’s a reason we care, and it hasn’t a price.
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© 2008 FussyPucker.