It Brings A Tear
Poem By Ann Marie Forest
Once again it's the Christmas time of year.
People are decorating in their holiday decor,
rushing to reach all those sales,
at every store.
I'd like to buy all the things
my loved ones may have suggested to me;
all the things Santa promised my child
the day he sat upon his knee.
Times are hard, we all know well;
but the kids don't understand.
They say, 'Santa Claus can tell if I've been
good or bad.'
And God, it makes me so sad, because they don't know that Santa isn't.
Now after the rush and this year's shopping spree,
I've come home with nothing, to put under our Christmas tree.
Please dear kids, don't be sad.
It's not because you've been bad.
Just because your friends got all Santa said they would,
doesn't mean you've not been good.
Christmas really isn't to remember Santa you know, it's not.
Even though it's what you've been taught.
Jesus was born this day to wash ours sins away.
We cloud our minds with the beauty, the buying and the sounds we hear;
but for me, it brings a tear, for what it's really cost.
I'm afraid the true meaning of Christmas
has somewhere gotten lost.