The Christmas Vow
THE CHRISTMAS VOW
By Maryann Virack
In two thousand seven the protestors swore
We won’t celebrate Christmas. We won’t take it anymore
“You can’t say Christ. It’s really unfair
To those other religions that really don’t care”
So Christmas was cancelled the shops closed their doors
The memories of Christmas were now just folklore
The children were saddened. They couldn’t believe it
They wouldn’t accept it; not one tiny small bit
They had to find Santa. Where could he be?
They couldn’t find a stocking or a green Christmas tree
They walked through the city, not a light to be seen
No one was merry. Everyone was mean.
They searched every county, every state, every town
Every Christmas decoration had been taken down
The children were cranky. They searched in despair
But wherever they looked…there was no Christmas there
“We’ll find it, ” they uttered “We’ll not give up trying
Christmas is here, the grownups are lying.”
“I found Santa”, cried Pedro. “Look here”, said Elaine
“He was hiding with Rudolf and some old candy canes”
He was stuffed with the manger and wise men and elves
With Mary and Jesus they were filling the shelves
In that dusty old warehouse where no one dare go
Since the dream days of children in times long ago
When Christmas was merry and life filled with mirth
And carolers world over sang “Peace on Earth”.
When sugar plums danced and a star shone above
And a magical season was filled with God’s love.
When the birth of a baby was heralded on high
Before Christmas went missing and each eye was dry.
There once was a day, child; I remember it well
When reindeer once flew and angels rang bells
We baked Christmas cookies and ate Christmas roast beast
And hearts grew much larger at that holy day feast
Yes, Jesus was here child and Christmas was living
In the hearts of all people and their spirit of giving
Americans all over gave from the heart
And celebrated Christmas like they did from the start
They hung Christmas stockings and put the star on the tree
That was the way child it once used to be
It really was special, that day of Christ’s birth
And Santa was jolly despite his wide girth
But today it’s all gone I am sorry to say
Can’t say “Merry Christmas”; just “Happy Holidays”
Someone in power was tricked to believe
That Christmas was racist and Jesus must leave
An American tradition, that fat jolly old elf,
The tree and the manger don’t belong on a shelf.
So they unburied Santa and assembled the crèche
And sang Christmas carols and baked cookies fresh
They dug out the tinsel, the garlands and wreath
Found A Little Fir Tree and put presents beneath
They called “All ye Faithful” and sang out “Noel”
Put Christ back in Christmas and rang a red bell
They rejoiced in the spirit, sang “Oh Holy Night”
Cried “Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night”
They rekindled the dream that their parents once knew
With the Christ child and Santa and a Christmas tree too
They believed in a country where our forefathers trod
In freedom and liberty “One nation under God”
The spirit’s not missing. It’s wherever you look
In the eyes of each child, in every cranny and nook.
From the people who give to the poor and the needy
To The Little Match Girl and a Grinch who’s not greedy
Christmas still lives we won’t let it die
In the hearts of the children, in the wink of an eye
So in two thousand and eight and in all years from now
Let’s hold on to Christmas let’s make it our vow
poem by Maryann Virack
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