It is a month till Christmas night.
Now is the time to start the fight
To settle whether we should be
Still saying, “It’s a Christmas tree”.
It is the most important thing.
Until we know, sleigh bells won’t ring;
And Santa in the north is stuck
Frustrated, screaming “What’s this muck?”
We’re really such a stupid lot
To get our shorts in such a knot.
A symbol yes; not for God’s sake
But of commercial give and take!
Perhaps though that’s the reason why
We cherish this motive to buy.
It’s not the threat no carols we’ll sing;
But registers that will not ring.
Ho yes we must protect that sound.
So place “the tree” on hollowed ground,
Not to prevent religious strife
But to protect our way of life.
We need to spend and spend and spend;
For if we don’t our life will end.
The shopping hordes we can’t avoid.
We shop trying to fill the void.