Father Christmas is he not a blob of boughten stuff
While Ms. Claws has become Victoria the s_ut
The "elves" they yak on cell phones
with their jingle bell flip tones
As mirror-ball blue plastic pine trees
Mock what's real in homes
So grin and sing the Christmas sale song
Buddhists will follow right along
'CAUSE IT's NOT ABOUT CHRIST
And to have Black Friday's nice
And millions of drunkards can't be wrong.
I passed by a car sitting in the lot
Two TVs played in back for would-be tots
But no one was inside that idling diesel ride
They felt their sleigh should stay warm while they shopped.
Then in a liquor store I heard a "carol"
No mention of God did it include
It just kept on repeating "feed the world"
And I thought who are they singing to?
But it wasn't "SOCIAL JUSTICE" in a manger
Even at another time of year
And social justice never was impaled
The price of MAN'S INJUSTICES to bear
Yet grin and pay for the Christmas song
Spiritists will gladly sing along
For aren't you all one,
For what you've picked and done
But learn truth fast and break FREE you've been WRONG!!!
