The Death of Christmas

Here is a project I created for a photography course a few years ago. It was stored on my mom’s hard drive, which crashed a year or so ago and we’ve only recently rescued the files on said hard drive.

Isn’t that nice.

The Death of Christmas

“Christmas is coming!”
It’s thick in the air.
Dancing snow, falling
And landing with care.

Lights put up with speed,
Thrown up in great haste.
It says “He is coming!
“No moment to waste!”

Downtown we all rush,
With lists in our hand
To try to buy presents
And not spend a grand

The parade met us there,
With elves and the like,
A zebra, a truck,
And a man on a bike.

Bewildered, confused,
I leave the parade,
My head is cast down,
My heart is dismayed.

“What happened to Christmas?”
I say with a sneer.
“What happened to ‘Peace,’
‘Glad Tidings,’ ‘Good Cheer?'”

A man heard my grown
And took up my hand,
Showed me a manger,
A Nativity stand.

“Here is the Answer,”
He said with a grin.
“This is true Christmas,
“Forgiveness of sin.”

With that he left me,
To ponder his words.
The feelings I had
Were sad and disturbed.

I looked up from the scene
And saw Santa’s Bed,
With him still in it,
Just resting his head.

All that had happened
Now made me confused,
If Santa is sleeping,
Who’ll bring the good news?

“Merry Christmas to all,
“To all a good night?”
Who’ll give out the gifts;
Make everything right?

“What is this Christmas?”
I ask with some fear.
“What is this Christmas,
“Without gifts and good cheer?”

The thing in my mind,
The thought in my head,
All I could think of:
Christmas was dead.

Christmas isn’t dead. I was just really cynical after seeing a weird parade. Merry Christmas.