XMess

I wrote this poem when I was in high school. I still kinda like it, even though I have since found out that it actually does snow in Bethlehem from time to time.

A Christmas special on TV a couple nights ago
Had three wise men and a flock of sheep
Walking through the snow
How sad, I thought, and such a shame
Doesn't anybody know
That in the desert town of Bethlehem
It never, ever snows?

I went to the mall the other day-- a very scary place
Where cursing shoppers fussed and fought
For every parking space
How sad, I thought, and such a shame
Does anyone remember
There's more to save than steps and cash
During this month of December?

And in the mall, a line of kids, some skinny and some fat
Kicked and clawed to get their turn
To sit in Santa's lap
How sad, I thought, and such a shame
Can't anybody see
That Christmas time is not the time
To teach our children greed?

So with "Xmas" decor everywhere, I've come to the conclusion
That the One who won at Calvary
Gets lost in the confusion
How sad, I thought, and such a shame
But there can be no doubt
That Christmas becomes an X-Mess
When Christ gets taken out.