o’ christmas
what a wonderful time
beyond the cliches that we often see
there is something deeper
we get a tree
a pine tree
that either had just been cut down
or removed from a dusty box
and we adorn it with fragile decorations
and plastic lights
how strange
the tree looks so fine
as the light twinkle
and the ornaments swing
reminding us of our memories
as if the angels themselves have descended from heaven
and blessed the sight of such merriment
and the music
o’ the joyous music
we put everything into these-
once a year songs
and we let them wash over us
and cleanse us of of our sorrow
we let them sing out their joy
and for a too brief of a moment we listen
and not to mention Santa
he is as real as they come
when we first learn of this kind old man
we wish to praise him and thank him
for we love what he brings us
and when we find out a truth
we are discouraged
we turn our backs on such childish flack
and wish to spread the awful truth
then we have revelation
and we realize this truth is meaningless
as it misses the point of it all
at the end his realness does not matter
as long he stands-
for what we love about christmas
and for one day a year
we are able to forget our sorrow
our grief
our frustration
and let this peace wash over us
and feel the joy of life
as it was meant to be felt
what a wonderful time
beyond the cliches that we often see
there is something deeper
we get a tree
a pine tree
that either had just been cut down
or removed from a dusty box
and we adorn it with fragile decorations
and plastic lights
how strange
the tree looks so fine
as the light twinkle
and the ornaments swing
reminding us of our memories
as if the angels themselves have descended from heaven
and blessed the sight of such merriment
and the music
o’ the joyous music
we put everything into these-
once a year songs
and we let them wash over us
and cleanse us of of our sorrow
we let them sing out their joy
and for a too brief of a moment we listen
and not to mention Santa
he is as real as they come
when we first learn of this kind old man
we wish to praise him and thank him
for we love what he brings us
and when we find out a truth
we are discouraged
we turn our backs on such childish flack
and wish to spread the awful truth
then we have revelation
and we realize this truth is meaningless
as it misses the point of it all
at the end his realness does not matter
as long he stands-
for what we love about christmas
and for one day a year
we are able to forget our sorrow
our grief
our frustration
and let this peace wash over us
and feel the joy of life
as it was meant to be felt

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