The Month Before Xmas
Twas the month before Christmas.
When all through our land, not a Christian was praying or taking a stand.
Why the PC police had taken away, the reason for Christmas-no one could say.
The children were told by their schools not to sing about Shepperd's, Wise men and Angels and things.
"It might hurt peoples feelings, the teachers would say, December 25Th is just a holiday."
Yet shoppers were ready cash, and checks and credit cards.
Pushing folks down to the floor just to get it!
CD's from Madona, an XBOX, an IPod.
Something was changing , something quite odd.
Retailers promoted Ramadan and Kwanzaa in hopes to sell Franken & Fonda.
As Targets were hanging their trees upside down.
At Lowe's the word of Christmas-was no where to be found.
At K-Mart, at Staples, and Penny's and Sears you won't hear the word Christmas; it won't touch your ears.
Inclusive, sensitive, diversity are words that used to intimidate me.
Now Daschle, now Darden, now Sharpton, Wolf Blitzen on Boxer, on Rather, on Clinton.
At the top of the Senate, there arose such a clatter to eliminate Jesus, in all public matter.
And we spoke not a word, and they took away our faith.
Forbidden to speak of salvation and grace.
The true Gift of Christmas was exchanged and discarded, the reason for the season was stopped before it really started.
So as you celebrate your "Winter Break" under you Dream Tree, sipping your Star Bucks listen to me.
Choose your words carefully, choose what you say,