Season Of Lies

Tis’ the season

built on lies

when that jolly old man

flies through the skies

giving to all those good little girls and boys

what will you decide to be their joy?

a penny, an orange, or a piece of coal

from you rich mommies and daddies

they will receive a foal!

Christmas had just become this game

of how to NOT entertain

under the Sovereigns name

a time used to circumvent

what is true and good

for how much money can be spent

on our self-proclaiming mood

there has become no goodness left in this season

for lies have become the reason

to gather round that tree

because it is all about me, me, me

So baby Jesus

who once was lowly in a manger

we do not deserve thee

yet, you show no anger

for that big jolly old man

has replaced Christ where

the north pole now receives

our children’s prayers.

© mutteringheart

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