’Twas the night before some holiday …Written by Bob Frantz | | firstname.lastname@example.org
’Twas the night ’fore a holiday, and all through the nation,
Busy people were planning inoffensive celebrations.
The season was unlike what they’d seen in the past,
Father Christmas was dying, and fading away fast.
They sighed, stringing lights on their non-denominational tree,
And they did so with frowns, where once there was glee.
”What will Santa bring me?” A child asked of her dad;
Her father just shrugged, with a look that was sad.
”Honey,” he said, ”I wouldn’t count on a gift;
”For if Santa comes here, our friends may be miffed.
”One neighbor’s a Jew, he solemnly said; ”For him there’s no Christmas, it’s Hanukkah instead.
”And while he still celebrates, as he’s always done,
”It would be quite offensive if he sees reindeer one.
”The Muslim down the street doesn’t like Christmas, either,
”And it would hurt him to see a red-suited non-believer.”
As the father explained the new holiday season,
To his child, who tried, but could not grasp the reason,
He comforted her, with a hug that was strong,
But the moment was soon interrupted by song.
His eyes, how they shined, when he knew what was coming;
There were kids! They were singing! And playing and drumming!
”Carolers!” he shouted. ”They’ll bring Christmas back!
”They’re not afraid to endure the attack! ”Let’s go out and greet them,” he said smiling wide;
”Let’s show them that we still have our own Christmas pride!”
He flung open the door, and not a moment too soon,
For the kids had just started a special new tune;
And the children, they sang, their voices still rising;
But with words unfamiliar; with lyrics surprising.
”You’re not carolers at all!” the father said with a shout,
”You’re the PC Police, now go on and get out!”
But the children explained it was their civil right,
To sing ”Quiet Evening” and kill ”Silent Night.”
Dismayed, the man turned, gently closing his door,
He hadn’t the strength to fight any more.
”It’s all right,” he assured his sweet little one,
”We’ll finish our lights; we’ll still have our fun.”
And far, far away, an old man dressed in red,
Prepared for his ride, and did so with dread.
”What did I do wrong?” he wondered to himself,
As he sobbed in his hands, and blew his nose on an elf.
”They all used to like me,” he said through a tear;
”This used to be everyone’s best time of year.
”But now if I’m spotted, they’ll send me away, ”They’ll say I’m not welcome,
that I’m spoiling their day.
”I wish I could show them, I know just how they’d feel;
”They’d love me forever, if I showed them I’m real.”
And somewhere in paradise, in Heaven above,
A Savior looks down, His heart filled with love.
He knows the plight of the man dressed in red,
And with sadness He listens, while nodding His head.
”They’ve locked me out too, so I understand;
”They once sang my name all over this land.
”And now they just want me … out of the way;
”They hardly remember that my name’s on this day.
”They’d love and adore you if they knew you were real?
”Believe me, my friend, I know how you feel.”
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