Yes Polyman,
There is a SantaChrist.
Behold: He has come
to shop.
He knows
everything must go!
It is written.
I will not use his name in vain.
I will not shop in vain.
I fear eternal damnation,
but I can also spot a great bargin.
Dear SantaChrist,
Please have commpassion on our wallets
pocketbooks & souls this holy season.
Let us be first at the clearance tables.
I now know he is real.
I see his presence all around
in the form of crude decorations
and plastic images.
and in the shopping malls
I see him atop wooden altars
surrounded by elves and angels,
and children
lost in innocent wanting
and adoration.
Santachrist.
Thou art heavy!
My cup runneth over.
I now know he is real.
I see his presence all around
in the form of crude decorations
and plastic images.
and in the shopping malls
I see him atop wooden altars
surrounded by elves and angels,
and children
lost in innocent wanting
and adoration.
Santachrist.
Thou art heavy!
My cup runneth over.
