'Twas the Blog Before Christmas

'Twas the blog before Christmas, and all through the nation,

No eye was left untouched by holiday commercialization.


The ads multiplied on the TV without care,


Except to sell products and show holiday flare.





I could've complained with the rest of the sots


About "how will they know--that next generation of tots--


Of the 'true meaning of Christmas;' 'the reason for the season;'"


And other cliches of sappiness without reason.





But what to my wondering eyes should appear,


Another stack of Christmas cards, some with cute reindeer!


Is this all about Jesus? Is this all about money?


Is this simply a break for some wintertime honey?





I considered the blessings and curses that abound


Every place in space-time where Christmas is found.


There never was a wall between the wheat and the tares,


Christ was proclaimed throughout human affairs.





'Tis impossible to avoid the pagan revelry,


Likewise one cannot ignore the tolling of the belfry;


There is no escape, no matter how far or near,


Of both heathen and holy, of creches and other cheer.





I concluded that Christmas is fully human and fully divine,


A whole cast of heavenly hosts and a whole cask of earthy wine.


So I type full-resigned to the season's unthreshed plight,


"Merry Christmas to all--hope it turns out alright!"