I often think about Easter

The significance of the egg

It’s relevance to the resurrection

Compared to what the bible says

I often think about Christmas

And the old man Saint Nick

How Santa Claus Isn’t related

Causing much religious conflict

There are many things in life

That doesn’t make much sense

It’s correlation to truth

Like how American money’s spent

Though truth or fiction

It serves a purpose

One filled with love and pain

Take it all away

Re invent the stories

We’d all go insane

For the joy is in the celebration

With family and with friends

In remembrance of all god’s soldiers

Who fought a war to win

A day of rest for comfort

To heal a sin sick soul

And as we gather beneath the mistletoe

A kiss of love we’ll impose

So the tree represents how tall we’re to stand

And the gift of life given

While the egg represents fertility

And how we’re to keep living

So as we face this holiday season

With bills piling high

Enjoy this moment of happiness

For this too shall pass us by

Written by

Lyn Smith

““The poetic Voice”

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