Merry Christmas I remember the old Christmas holiday. In the manger the baby Jesus would lay. The house and church would smell of myrth. A celebration of the savior's birth. You would see no colored lights. No glowing annoyances to ruin the peaceful nights. Everybody would rest and relax. Snowy fields would be covered with children's tracks. Now instead of rest we have rush. The sounds of cash registers that never hush. No caroling and no singing. It's all be drowned out by their incessant ringing. Prices for presents are now seen as fees. There are dollar signs hanging from our Christmas tress. During this time it's the season's spirit we need. Not this endless greed. 12-13-99 TerraalBirth sign: Taurus
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