Christmas Poem #1

Shops crammed with Christmas decorations,
pretty baubles, £6 each.
Buy, buy, buy; celebrate the Saviour's birth
While the earth lies dying.

Nero fiddled while Rome burned;
"Christians" carouse while the world starves.
The Christmas cards come from Oxfam
and they think that will do.

Time for a new gospel;
the old one is buried under tinsel and trash—
discarded wrappings from unwanted presents
that had to be bought because it's Christmas.

"It's just for the children, really,"
but children want love all the year.
Expensive presents are no substitute,
for the hugs they need right now...

Christmas Poem #2

Christmas, "Season of Joy" - and misery
Frantic shopping trips for ungrateful kin -
Those distant relatives we never see
Yet must not be forgotten. Buying gin
And whisky and food to last three weeks,
Not three days.
Forget the poor and homeless -
Let the Salvation Army feed those freaks

Or better yet, why not send a donation to

Shelter

instead? Extend a helping hand to people who really need it.