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 ~~
