It's Called Christmas (my "nameless winter holiday" poem)
PostPosted: Thu Dec 01, 2005 10:43 pm
My orthodontist recently issued an announcement to all his customers of a poetry contest. All entries are supposed to be about the "holiday season," and the winner's work will be posted in his office. I decided to submit something that addresses the season's greetings and how I feel about them. I don't recall the name of this poetry style, but there are 10 syllables per line and rhyming words at the end of each. When read as written, however, the rhymes are not very obvious.
IT'S CALLED CHRISTMAS (SO SAY IT)
Season’s greetings and happy holiday!
Here’s a gift for you—oh, and by the way,
if you would be so kind, please remind me
what this day is called. I don’t ever see
or hear it in a store or any ad.
Christmas? I don’t get it. Is Christ a bad
word? Politically incorrect? What?
You don’t want to offend anyone, but
what about those who celebrate God’s Son?
Jesus is, after all, the only one
whose gift of love provides us the way out
of hell. All of us would be lost without
Him. So why the taboo? Perhaps to you
it all means nothing, but what will you do
when you stand before His Father in shame
because you didn’t want to say His name?
EDIT: I'm thinking of renaming the poem It's Called Christmas. What do you all think? Also, should I add the following two lines:
So yeah, that's why I'm making such a fuss.
The name IS important. It's called Christmas.
IT'S CALLED CHRISTMAS (SO SAY IT)
Season’s greetings and happy holiday!
Here’s a gift for you—oh, and by the way,
if you would be so kind, please remind me
what this day is called. I don’t ever see
or hear it in a store or any ad.
Christmas? I don’t get it. Is Christ a bad
word? Politically incorrect? What?
You don’t want to offend anyone, but
what about those who celebrate God’s Son?
Jesus is, after all, the only one
whose gift of love provides us the way out
of hell. All of us would be lost without
Him. So why the taboo? Perhaps to you
it all means nothing, but what will you do
when you stand before His Father in shame
because you didn’t want to say His name?
EDIT: I'm thinking of renaming the poem It's Called Christmas. What do you all think? Also, should I add the following two lines:
So yeah, that's why I'm making such a fuss.
The name IS important. It's called Christmas.