A poem in dispraise of Christmas
They came upon the midnight – clear
As bottled beer I swear,
A band of angels drawing near
And hovering in the air;
‘Fear not!’ they sang. ‘There’s joy in store,
Rejoice, we come to bless
And sing, Though Christmas comes once more,
Praise be! It comes once less.’
Their song turned misery to cheer
And haplessness to hope,
And now, when Christmas comes each year,
I have the strength to cope
In knowing that I need endure
The press, the mess and stress
Of Yuletide torment, not once more,
But, praise the Lord, once less.
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