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Christ-icle (A Christmas Poem) by Sean Mack Even minds were bitter cold in deceptive Decembers of old and santa's social slay (a plague) was an absolute fright red indeed, as society's needs were palpably bold so Lord please forgive them for losing sight of the greater gift, the celebration of You; the book of Luke you surely MUST read as His Holy Spirit provides a perfect clue; just thaw Him from your cultural freeze and the sad disrespect you've shown from that cold spear of ice, please remove Him now, begin to atone for slowly fabricating fairy tales instead of celebrating His birth for hunting down ideal sales not admitting His worth; and only one celebration should enter the mix: Merry Christmas! |