Village Idiot Publishing (C) 2000 Diary of a Spirit
THE CHRISTMAS SPIRIT
Oh how I wait, for the brightness of light,
In the morning when all is at rest.
The stillness of dawn, which calms me within,
And makes me feel at peace.
Christmas is near, and their running around,
Frantically looking for gifts.
I really don't care, if I get in the spirit;
It's not for me to fall pray to a dream.
Paying them ransom, to work another year.
How absurd to allow such a thing.
To buy once a year, So their profits will clear,
All the red in their books of their deals.
Yes red is the color,
That's symbolic of their slumber,
For the day that they all say they love.
And don't forget green,
The color of the tender,
Which buys all the gifts of their love.
I'm sure that they enjoy it,
And laugh while they count it,
And toast to the powers it holds.
They say money is power,
And I think that their right,
If you're obsessed with having it all.
But why not just thoughts,
Of their love for their boss,
And how grateful they are For their job.
I don't think he'd care,
To know how they stand,
When it comes to him ruling their lives.
But maybe they'd dare to shed a tear,
When they think of how much,
They will owe.
So I really don't think,
That this day of the year, Is so special,
When it comes to the truth.
For this love that they seek,
Could be there every day If only they'd open their eyes.