Trumpets will blast, announcing Christmas at last,
Not the ancient Mass of Christ.
Covetness, bribery, resounds the new trumpet,
Repeating their everlasting sound.
Ushering in promises of hope, felicitations,
The original proclamation.
Now wrapped in tinsel, the Goodnews,
Glitters, shimmers, glows, flickers,
Disguises the message as Angelic light.
Bells ring from the Belfry tidings of Goodwill to all men,
Nagging, tempting, enticing, drill,
Sheep who follow gone astray without free minds,
Shame the masses into debt,
Greed, status, all for the sake of belonging.


Now they pay homage to the Golden Calf Gods,'
Santa Claus, advancement, materialism, themselves,
Perception by modern Seers of an enlightened era,
Hopeful Mother Theresa's emerge,
Generoisity, selfless acts, brownie point ladders to Heaven,
The latest fad or charitable act?
The still voice of time,
Humble, entreating, invitational,
Whispers unseen,
No room in the Inn,
Nothings'changed, mankind's fallen nature remains,
No room,
No room.

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