Hark the Herold Angels Sing,
Though now it falls on deaf ears.
Ushering in the Heavenly King,
Whose death no longer brings tears.
Lessons he taught in Gospels treasured,
Of peace and goodwill toward men.
Is doled out in statement of profits measured,
Beating records for sales once again.
Magi of old Bethlehem Star they followed,
With precious gifts to give to their Lord.
Today Christmas’ meaning has truly been hollowed,
With Black Friday and doorbusters for the hoards.
The birth of God’s Son in manger mild,
Welcoming the promise of old.
We’ve forgotten the gift of Heaven’s Child,
Preferring what’s bought and what’s sold.
Maybe it’s time to bring Christ back to Christmas,
Just where he always meant to live.
Before it’s too late and it’s meaning has passed,
Instead of receiving it’s best that we give.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
I love the black fridays and doorbusters foe the hoards
Well, the prices are great, but they bring out the animal in people, not very pleasant.
I am touched by the words and this song!
I am as well.
I am dreaming of white Christmas,
with every christmas card i write,
May your days be merry and bright,
and May all your christmases be white.
Happy Christmas to you all dear!!!!
Much more cheery words than mine, thank you my friend. 🙂
You have said it all Dom and we must grasp the real meaning and make changes.
Thank you Gilly, Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year to you and yours.
I hope that calamity doesn’t have to come upon us before the real meaning presides over materialism across the masses.
I certainly hope not, but it seems to me to be well on the way.