Empty Boxes

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At Christmas time will we play with our new toys or just the empty boxes

Empty Boxes

We are on the run in to Christmas time

The time for kids to be overindulged

Credit companies dance with glee

Leaving us all in debt, at least until Easter

Credit crunch or no, we are in a ‘must have culture’

Are we praying to the God of Sales?

Or to that other guy, you know the one

We sing Carols about him, aaaagh!

“Jesus, I wish I could remember his name”

 

Mounds of gifts fill the room

Bright coloured rappings that causes migraines

Box after box filled with things that beep

All wrappings ripped off until carpet disappears

Every battery rammed home, switches turned on

No sleep for Granddad, sat down after Christmas lunch

Scowling, ruddy faced, belt released another notch

Is it all done so kids will smile, sing your praises

Or to the birth of that other guy, “Christ! I’ve forgotten his name”

 

The turkey’s digested, packaging re-cycled, first toy broken

It’s two days after Christmas and we get “I’m bored”

Expensive toy stuffed at the back of the cupboard

Remember dressing up boxes, you became a princess, a wise-man

Remember turning empty boxes into a racing car, a rocket to the moon

Remember when parents and children had to entertain themselves

When all the out-laws and in-laws gathered around two dining tables

When we went to church on Christmas Day, celebrated Christ’s birthday

When Jesus Christ did not define a swear word, but heavenly peace

 

© Phil Golding 12/08

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HIP13044b commented on Empty Boxes

12-24-2010

Excellent write. I'm sure there is a large percentage of families that experience this on Christmas, but there is also a large percentage that doesn't. Keep the faith.

Teardrops commented on Empty Boxes

11-27-2010

Thisis one reason i feel Christmas is all about the gift now .And that is so sad . Great poem my friend Marie

When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

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