How about Christmas presence in place of Christmas presents?
A poem to counter the Black Friday frenzie
Christmas is coming
The stocking’s getting fat
With soon forgotten panic buys
And random plastic tat.
Should I buy that whoopee cushion?
Let me grab some sugar canes!
I’ll buy it all on Amazon and
Hope that keeps me sane;
Mindless thoughtless must haves
To show you that I care.
What d’ya mean there’s another way,
If only I would dare?
A limit to the presents?
The promise of a walk?
Where as a family we connect
And remember how to talk?
Speaking from our hearts of love
And worth and gratitude?
How can I see this Christmas through
With this new found attitude?
A consciousness in our
Christmasness where less energy is used.
Taken from our fragile earth
So exhausted and abused.
Will my kids feel Christmas trauma?
A sense of deprivation?
Or could our presence with each other
Be a better celebration?