~The Nightmare Before Christmas©

We rush around buying up everything in sight,
we often forget what happened that night.
A babe was born only to die,
for acts of sin done by you and i.
We hope to get all that we wish for,
we don't stop to realize it's not in any store.
There's too much emphasis,
put on material gifts.
This present we have received,
can't be found neath the tree.
For we always have this gift of joy,
given to us by a tiny baby boy!
Copyright ©2006~S@L~

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