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When all through our land,
Not a Christian was praying
Nor taking a stand.
See the PC Police had taken away,
The reason for Christmas - no one could say.
The children were told by their schools not to sing,
About Shepherds and Wise Men and Angels and things.
It might hurt people's feelings, the teachers would say
December 25th is just a 'Holiday'.
Yet the shoppers were ready with cash, checks and credit
Pushing folks down to the floor just to get it!
CDs from Madonna, an X BOX, an I-pod
Something was changing, something quite odd!
Retailers promoted Ramadan and Kwanzaa
In hopes to sell books by Franken & Fonda.
As Targets were hanging their trees upside down
At Lowe's the word Christmas - was no where to be found.
At K-Mart and Staples and Penny's and Sears
You won't hear the word Christmas; it won't touch your ears.
Inclusive, sensitive, Di-ver-si-ty
Are words that were used to intimidate me.
Now Daschle, Now Darden, Now Sharpton, Wolf Blitzen
On Boxer, on Rather, on Kerry, on Clinton!
At the top of the Senate, there arose such a clatter
To eliminate Jesus, in all public matter.
And we spoke not a word, as they took away our faith
Forbidden to speak of salvation and grace
The true Gift of Christmas was exchanged and discarded
The reason for the season, stopped before it started.
So as you celebrate 'Winter Break' under your 'Dream Tree'
Sipping your Starbucks, listen to me.
Choose your words carefully, choose what you say
Shout MERRY CHRISTMAS,not Happy Holiday!
Neither am I but I don't like being taken over by aliens and their beliefs. I will stick to ours.
I do agree though I don't think the 'aliens' will take over.
'our festival might do well to remember that it was an Italian who first decided that the birth of Christ would be celebrated on 25th December.
In AD 350 Pope Julius made the decision, probably in an attempt to encourage pagans to convert to Catholicism - they had celebrated a festival on that day for centuries, long before Jesus was born in fact. The idea of the Christmas tree was derived from ancient Babylon, where the legend of Nimrod (he who married his own mother)said that after his death he marked the anniversary of his birth by visiting an evergreen tree that sprang from a dead stump when he died. His birthday was 25th December.
The whole Christmas festival thing was originally a pagan ritual, originating in the Middle East. It originally had nothing whatever to do with Christ.
As for the dumbing down of Christmas - that's a classic example of the views of a few dominating the actions of many. If we want to retain Christmas in its traditional sense we can - it's simply a matter of doing it, nothing bad will happen. I don't have a vestige of religious belief, but I wholeheartedly support the right of everyone to freely observe his or her religious festivals. Don't let a few sad folk tell you what you can or cannot do at a traditionally happy time of the year.
Call me an old sentimentalist but I still prefer this poem.
Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St Nicholas soon would be there.
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads.
And mamma in her ‘kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled our brains for a long winter’s nap.
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tinny reindeer.
With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St Nick.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!
"Now Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prancer and Vixen!
On, Comet! On, Cupid! on, on Donner and Blitzen!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!"
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky.
So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of Toys, and St Nicholas too.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney St Nicholas came with a bound.
He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot.
A bundle of Toys he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a peddler, just opening his pack.
His eyes-how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow.
The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath.
He had a broad face and a little round belly,
That shook when he laughed, like a bowlful of jelly!
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself!
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings, then turned with a jerk.
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose!
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ‘ere he drove out of sight,
"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!”
Life’s too short - be happy!
Post it again on Christmas Eve.
I’d like to but we shall be spending Christmas with Son and Daughter in Preston and I shall be giving the computer a miss over the break :o}
I have yet to inform the regular Friday night crowd that I shall be A.W.O.L. that night but shall be on parade New Years Eve as we shall not be venturing out then!
"Christmas is only for the little ones."
growing old is compulsory
growing up is optional
as for "People who talk of aliens taking over" ......isnt that why you can get extra-wide/strength tin foil at this time of year?
" growing up is optional "
What ever gave you that idea?
When I suck my thumb I hear Big Ted telling me so
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