Twas the night before Christmas
Twas the night before Christmas………………
While we shop through the mall
We rush and we hurry, having no fun at all
We’re feeling the pressure to buy one last gift
In hopes that our conscious will get quite a lift
As we open our wallets, and pull out a card
A struggle within us asks “Why is this hard?”
The pressure to buy, the pressure to spend
The struggle within us wants the misery to end
So we gently put the card back in its place
Feeling guilty, but trying our best to save face
So we think and we ponder about what really matters
As it comes to us clearly, amidst noise and the clatter
This season is not about money or things
This season is about the joy that one brings
The peace, the harmony, the happiness and love
Are all the things we should really think of
So let’s join our forces and pray with great might
That we realize there’s no need to struggle or fight
What we really should be thinking about instead
Is the human experience we share that’s widespread
So forget that last gift, and head home with great speed
Have the happiest, safest, holiday indeed.
Jacqueline E. Ford
Financial Poet
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