The cause not Claus
Beyond the bows and mistletoe
Beyond the sum of things you know
Would change all things for you to see
Before your time became to breathe
Above all things, He could have been
But came to save and take away
The sins of man, with life his pay
A son much like your mother birthed
Infant of sister of Heavens worth
A nephew new, a cousin tied
To bloodline yours, mankind tried
Imagine that a son of yours
Of innocence who would endure
Much suffering unlike you'll know
Yet love still rained before He'd go
A child, Gods son lead to be slaughtered
Today where some could not be bothered
To grasp concept beyond a martyr
He came to win your love as did your child
To be with us, for a short while
At thirty three, His time would come
To pay the dues of everyone
No thanks heard, its echoes fill
The canyons wide of hearts that still
Do not accept what He proposed
Marriage to Life, and so it goes
Another time to toast again
But not of Him not even when
This season His is not of Claus
Unworthy souls, beloved cause
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