Twas the week after Christmas lights still on the tree sadly
now shining less brightly
At once made perfect with all due care now those lights a
nuisance, a tacky cross to bear
The excitement of the season fades to past as the day of
reckoning for bills made comes fast
How quickly we forget why the season is so bright or perhaps
we never really knew as we bought all in sight
The 26th comes, the world again severe. Good will toward men and kindness in arrears
The baubles now tattered, broken and dark as the joy of the
season fades to gray and stark
Now approaches the shiny new year with expectations rising and
reality drawing near
Soon we'll return, marching to another's tune all the time
hoping our turn will come soon
Ahh but that reality, the ogre that looms. A plague on the heart, dogged foe of joy fast friend of
doom
Life is what you make it or so they say but those who
proclaim it rarely enter the fray
So as your impending hangover this New Year's Morn you dread
Let me pound this one simple message into your soon
throbbing head
The lesson of the season isn't about lights on a tree
It's about the light kept inside year round shared freely
Priorities be damned, you've got them wrong anyway
Give of yourself shining with the light of Christmas each
and every day
