The Sorrow of The Season

This is a poem about the darker side of Christmas and kind of how the real reason for the season has been lost.

The holiday season officially began after the first snowflake of winter hit the ground.

A typical family is putting up the tree and decorating it,

Beautiful ornaments, sparkling lights, and an angel on top.

They look at it in amazement,

Presents later appear under the tree,

Wrapped in shiny paper and shimmering ribbons,

What’s under the artistic exterior is mystery.

On Christmas Eve they put up the stockings above the fireplace.

The children stay awake at night waiting for Santa to come fill them,

They run downstairs early in the morning and scream, “He came!”

They tear through everything like its nothing.

Bliss fills their chubby pale faces when they see what they’ve received,

However once the presents are gone,

The smile fades and they want more.

 

The soot from the chimney bleeds into the snow,

It flows to a dark world where Christmas equals misery.

Alone and trapped in the dark,

They see the ads on TV and in the newspaper,

And instead of joy,

Their eyes fill with tears.

Their house has no tree,

No decorations,

And no presents.

Nothing of the Christmas cheer can melt his sadness,

If only the real meaning of Christmas were shown,

And everyone loved the Lord,

Then we would know the reason for the season.

Reviews

[Doctor Deathstab]

Christmas is a holiday maintained by big corporations in order to keep people in financial slavery...and winter is depressing because it's dark and cold. What a wonderful time to blow your brains out.