An ode to Christmas card shopping

Today while out shopping I thought I would check out

What’s being offered in Christmas cards

I saw plenty showing Frosty the Snowman But none of the wise men afar. I thought to myself, is this really Christmas

Being that finding a card I like stinks

Another showed this beautiful farmhouse With children at play on a rink. There was one of a family in a horse-drawn sleigh

Where I thought “What a kick in the butt”

One showing a cabin with candles in the windows Though I don’t easily give up. What has happened, I thought, to the meaning of Christmas And what sort of examples are we By teaching our children everything but What the season was meant to be. I’ve often wondered when our ‘God’ glances downward And sees where our priorities lie Is it possible where there have been times Where a tear shows up in his eyes? Then I asked the clerk “Are these all your cards

Being I’m looking for a ‘Christ’mas card, my friend

Like one showing wise men or a kid in a manger”

“Those you’ll find,” she said “in that lower bin.”

She went on to tell me the cards most liked

Are those which makes one feel happy Like with Elffie the Elf or of Santa Your cards I replied are all crappy How does one ever change how it is people think I asked myself in walking away Being we’ve removed the true meaning of Christmas

And how we celebrate Christmas Day.