T’was The Month Before Christmas

This was posted recently on a blog that I regularly follow called “Not Happenin’ On My Watch.” I understand that this poem has been around a while, but I hadn’t seen it before. She has kindly given me permission to re-post it here (link to the original post is embedded in the title).

T’was The Month Before Christmas

T’was the month before Christmas
When all through our land
Not a Christian was praying
Nor taking a stand.
See 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 Shepherds and Wise Men and Angels and things.
It might hurt people’s feelings, the teachers would say
December 25th is just a “Holiday.”
Yet the shoppers were ready with cash, checks, and credit
Pushing folks down to the floor just to get it!
CDs from Lady Gaga, an X BOX, an I-Pod
Something was changing, something quite odd!
Retailers promoted Ramadan and Kwanzaa
In hopes to sell books by Franken & Fonda.
As Targets were hanging their trees upside down,
At Lowe’s the word Christmas – was nowhere to be found.
At K-Mart and Staples and Penney’s and Sears
You won’t hear the word Christmas;
It won’t touch your ears
Inclusive, sensitive, Di-ver-si-ty
Are words that were used to intimidate me.
Now Daschle, Now Darden, Now Sharpton, Wolf Blitzen
On Boxer, on Rather, on Kerry, 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, as 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, stopped before it started.
So as you celebrate ‘Winter Break’ under your “Dream Tree,”
Sipping your Starbucks, listen to me.
Choose your words carefully, choose what you say.
Shout MERRY CHRISTMAS, not Happy Holiday!

By Michael Brannon