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It was the night before Christmas and Truth was
awake,
Writing new blogs that were giving him a headache. It is the season of hope and the season of cheer, Yet he gets more aggravated year after year. The holiday that was once decorated with truth, Was being torn down with the foolishness of youth. The season of giving and caring for others, Was being destroyed, without anyone's druthers. Society propels this destruction you see, When they say Santa brings gifts for the Christmas tree. Your teaching your children that as long as they're good, They will get something back, whether or not they should. We have forgotten what Christmas is all about. Society would prefer my Deity to be left out. Since getting something for something is the way it should be, Why should we teach that you can get something for free? "On Christmas morn you are to give, not receive, But Why?" said Truth by the Christmas Tree. He puzzled and puzzled till his puzzler was sore, Then Truth though of something he should have before. The reason for giving with no thought of self, Is something the Savior did for us himself. The giving of gifts on Christmas morn, Is to copy the act of the God who has sworn To save us from sin, no matter how much Wrong was done, we are healed by the touch By just one drop of blood from Calvary's cross. "Everyone knows this story" he thought, What they don't know is how it applies to this plot. The giving of presents without thought of reward, Is to give of yourself, even if you're ignored. Who inspired this giving of self? Why, The God-Man himself, When he died on the cross. "Time for the Conclusion" he thought as he typed, All these Christmas commercials and all of this hype, All the lying to children about Christmas' true meaning. You will ruin the future that you are not seeing! Just tell Children the truth about this Christmas season, And encourage free speech while you shout out the reason. Do not be afraid to say what you believe, And do not focus on what you will receive. Just do your best and focus on Him, Then joy and happiness will flow over your brim. Truth published his work and shut down his computer, And climbed the stairs after assembling a scooter. Christmas day had come to pass, Now it was time for sleep at long last. He hoped that many would listen and read, But knew more hate mail would be all he received. Yet on this night of hope, he knew he would dream, Of a world full of truth, with perfect ice cream. Merry Christmas, Happy New Year, Happy Hanukkah, Happy Kwanza. (I think that's all the seasonal greetings) Yours in Truth, Phil
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