A $100,000,000
advertising
campaign
The little box
blurting its
flickering commerce
into the holy night
Endless
psychological
physiological
and
ecclesiastical
case studies
The promise of a perfect
and authentic holiday
within tasteful matte pages
at the cash register
The crush
the stampede
the absolute bum rush
through 5 am doors
to make 70% off
We want it
want more
willingly
feed its
power
The heart of man
yours and mine
created these gods
and gave them
weight
We have no one to blame
but ourselves
And nowhere to look
for liberation
but to the baby
The baby
born in a barn
next to the shit
and the feed
Like any child
And utterly unlike any child
He lay there
The only one
magnificent enough
beautiful enough
to draw the human heart
away from its idols
He lay there
Glorious
The Infant King
Come to desecrate
To deface
To defile
To destroy
These
gods
of
Christmas
Hallelujah
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{ 12 comments… read them below or add one }
Francis Bacon would paint this poem….happily.
May your holidays be truly filled with blessings.
All best, Jan
so apt.so beautiful. I am reading it to my family at Christmas dinner today. Thank you.
Jan - Though long dead, I’m sure he still would.
Hope yours was good.
Sonya - I’m honored. Thanks.
Perspective.
Thanks, Robert. Happy Holidays!
David - Merry Christmas my brother. May you and your bride have an incredible 08.
Thank you Robert! Truth really will set us free.
there was never anyone more unlike these gods
than the real one
the one that lay there in that hay
and these gods?
the gods of materialism, greed and money?
they cower
cower
at the sight of that infant
Retail is Heaven or should that be hell. Depends…
Merry Christmas Robert *hug*
julie - My dear sister, you are right of course.
pp - I cower too…
JD - Hell, when we’re working in it, right?
*hug* back to you. And Happy New Year.