Poetic-Verses
'' The Birth Day Of Our Lord Jesus Christ ''
Once again Christmas is here,
Let's have a celebration,
Forget the debts and have no fear,
It will fill you with such elation.
Spending money you haven't got,
Up to your eyeballs in debt,
What you don't need can and will be bought,
Just now there's no need to fret.
When Christmas day has come and gone,
As the presents lie scattered and broken,
The thought of the bill will finally dawn,
But for now it will remain unspoken.
As final demands drop through your door,
You bury your head in the sand,
Opening the letters is too much of a chore,
The stress then goes hand in hand.
It becomes so unbearable you cannot cope,
The reality then kicks in,
You are on your own, you are left without hope,
You're in a battle you cannot win.
Why did I do it you shout out loud,
As they take your goods to be sold,
Next it's the house of which you were so proud,
The feeling just leaves you ice cold.
Jesus Christ I hear you say,
But I think it's being used in vain,
Though he was born on Christmas day,
From his memory most will refrain.
Spend, spend, spend for spendings sake,
Is not what Christmas is about,
It's the spirit of Jesus we all must awake,
That's what this day is about.
Take some time to give him praise,
It's a gift that doesn't cost,
When you do you'll feel your spirits raise,
In his kingdom you will never be lost.
Joining with the Lord is not a crime,
By material goods you must not be enticed,
Celebrate what is a miraculous time,
' The Birth Day Of Our Lord Jesus Christ '
Let's have a celebration,
Forget the debts and have no fear,
It will fill you with such elation.
Spending money you haven't got,
Up to your eyeballs in debt,
What you don't need can and will be bought,
Just now there's no need to fret.
When Christmas day has come and gone,
As the presents lie scattered and broken,
The thought of the bill will finally dawn,
But for now it will remain unspoken.
As final demands drop through your door,
You bury your head in the sand,
Opening the letters is too much of a chore,
The stress then goes hand in hand.
It becomes so unbearable you cannot cope,
The reality then kicks in,
You are on your own, you are left without hope,
You're in a battle you cannot win.
Why did I do it you shout out loud,
As they take your goods to be sold,
Next it's the house of which you were so proud,
The feeling just leaves you ice cold.
Jesus Christ I hear you say,
But I think it's being used in vain,
Though he was born on Christmas day,
From his memory most will refrain.
Spend, spend, spend for spendings sake,
Is not what Christmas is about,
It's the spirit of Jesus we all must awake,
That's what this day is about.
Take some time to give him praise,
It's a gift that doesn't cost,
When you do you'll feel your spirits raise,
In his kingdom you will never be lost.
Joining with the Lord is not a crime,
By material goods you must not be enticed,
Celebrate what is a miraculous time,
' The Birth Day Of Our Lord Jesus Christ '
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`` The Birth Day Of Our Lord Jesus Christ ``
`` The Birth Day Of Our Lord Jesus Christ ``
