The Gripes That Stole Christmas
By Bojenn Bonnie Jennings *
A work in progress December 2012
The gripes that stole Christmas
Shouted all through our land
All people were silent
Including the band
The stockings were hung
By chimneys with care
In hopes of the gripes would, SHUT UP!
With their wicked Christmas dares
And I in rebellion
With eggnog in the tub
Settled not in snug
For their fake "HAPPY HOLIDAY" hugs
While shopping at the mall mulling and frumping
And watching others seeming melancholy
Noticed the void of spirit filled voices
Singing of the historical birth of our savior.
Being born in a stable so lowly and humble
Offering us hope that's often misguided
Then, suddenly from the crowd I heard...
Yes!... ?.. No... o...(sigh)
Only teenagers rapping ... So,
Then, feeling I; disturbed
Then a child from out of nowhere came
Tugged on my garment smiling my name
"Though our hearts break with too many changes
He hasn't gone. No, he's simply preparing."
Then she called called out his names;
To the top of the world!
Now call them
And tell them about my love
And promise I'm soon coming
And don't deny
For soon I will see you
Now, don't you cry
Then the little child hugged me
And disappeared from my sight
But the twinkle she left beaming from her eyes
And a joy over took me
As then I smiled
And shouted MERRY CHRISTMAS!
And saluted good night.
Noticing the crowd at the mall Christmas 2012, after the 26 were murdered in CT, and the threats of advertising Christian beliefs publicly decided to write this poem seeing the expressionless people. Realizing most, People Need The Lord, decided I will not stop writing or sharing HIS love with anyone who reads my work.
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