Christmas lights flashing with such reverb
Before the first Thanksgiving Day turkey is even served
Newscasters pleading we need food and toys to help the poor
While stock market analysts make sales projections for the stores
Whose holiday is it anyway?
The poor and needy are with us everyday
Whatever it takes to make their consciences clearer
Food banks are running low and they need help to deliver
But whose holiday is it really?
People are shopping silly
There are 365 days in every year
For us to spread so much Yuletide cheer
The true meaning of Christmas got lost somewhere
Beneath the reindeer, red suit and white hair
Whose holiday is it actually?
Mass production is going on at all the toy factories
Yet amid the massive shopping hysteria and American Express
Many are still homeless, lost and depressed
Still living in cardboard boxes, under bridges, hungry and unemployed
For the true Christmas Holiday celebrates the birth of our Savior and Lord
He taught us to love our neighbors as well as ourselves
Not some North Pole location full of imaginary elves
It is better to give than to receive every day of the year
Not just in Yuletide season so I hear
When we can master always caring and being genuinely concerned
Then the true meaning of Christmas will be a lesson earnestly learned
Whose holiday is it ?
©c.f. leach, Time Out: Poetic Reflections.