TITLE: Stop waiting for Santa and be a cleaner person (or How to be a Dyson for God)
By Mike Richardson
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That last minute rush has now well begun
But yet you are here still trying to have fun
When there's so much still left that you wanted to buy
Like tinsel, presents, and M+S minced pies
You go here and there in ridiculous haste
Hoping all of this effort will not go to waste
Hearing "dingdong merrily" and then “Silent night”
Surrounded by twinkling decoration light
(You could not see a real star here for all the gold in Bethlehem)
You wonder briefly as you think of yourself
Was I Naughty or Nice ? Look out for an elf!
Just in case Santa's list isn't wrapped up and done
A “present count” total like a stuffed Turkey's - None!
But wait what if its all to be self assessed now
And you've missed completing it online somehow
You forgot to fill in that you helped three old ladies
Cross the road in bad traffic and avoid a Mercedes
Plus you visited a widow six times since May
(Does seeing your mum count if dad's passed away?)
Those shoe boxes hurriedly filled up with toys
To be sent off to African poor girls or boys;
Do they wear scarves in Africa its all I could buy
And a packet of crayons, some sweets, big bullseyes.
Is it only in sending those trivial things
That guilt is assuaged by these acts with no strings?
Don't fall into tripping the guilt giving trap
Instead be a Dyson try sucking up crap!
You've got resources you don't even know
So be generous in spirit and unfreeze the snow
That threatens to drift at the door of your heart
That God shaped hole where heaven can start
To power in and fill up and then overflow
To those really empty that never say no.
The extravagant bonus reserved for the banks
Has been lavished on you and so, giving in thanks
Give others yourself, yes and really much more
You let what you have escape from that door
That was holding in glorious gifting from God
And walk the walk, place your feet where he trod.
You empty out Hell from those places on Earth
And the real freedom comes when we host His Birth.
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