Saturday, 17 December 2016

O Christmas-goers of Britain


(To be mainly sung to the hymn 'Forest Green' aka 'O Little Town of Bethlehem')

O Christmasgoers of Great Britain,
Try and see past that gleam,
Those glittering gifts and tacked-up baubles
Of which many can only dream,
For near you, also exists a grey Christmas,
Filled with despair and hopelessness.
Just five minutes of your kindness will brighten the day of
A child poor, sick and homeless.

Is this the sort of Yuletide
That truly keeps to Yule,
With neon lights, pushy sparkling adverts,
And shoppers so easily fooled?
When all the while, so many just want
Food, shelter and company.
All three of which will be enough to represent
Gold, frankincense and myrrh truly.

If Christ himself could have foreseen this,
Surely he would have sadly sighed,
We forgot how to show our true festivities
Amidst those bright night lights.
The true spirit of Christmas is worth infinitely more
Than pieces of overpriced tat
Even though it seems so high-tech and so up-to-date,
It will be ditched in about ten minutes flat.

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