Ammendment
Soli Deo Gloria!
Kyrie eleison, Christe eleison, Kyrie eleison
Kyrie eleison, Christe eleison, Kyrie eleison
So this is Christmas,
Where happiness and gaiety
Masks the sadness and loneliness
Inside the hearts of some.
So this is Christmas,
Where tempers flare and flame,
And strife is born and bred,
Over small trifling things.
So this is Christmas,
A large and fancy show
Where the exteriors are important
And boasting is compulsory.
So this is Christmas,
The fat, red man’s festival
With his young and sexy wife
And the little green men.
So this is Christmas,
Where the rich get richer,
The poor get poorer,
The lonely get lonelier.
So this is Christmas,
Where molehills become mountains,
And mountains become molehills,
And things get topsy-turvy.
So, is this Christmas?
I wish it’s not.
I hope it’s not.
I pray it’s not.
By: uNkNowNI am created unique by God. I am God's child. God is my Father. A sinner but saved by the grace and mercy of God through the faith that he has given me.