An Original Yuletide Poem

Twas the night before Christmas
And all through my dwelling
Are symbols of marketing, consumerism and selling
I'm being facetious, with a point still you see
While keeping it simple, I'm not fully free
Of the things that eclipse the young babe in the manger
Whom for so many still remains but a stranger
I want to treasure so deep in my heart
The Christ who resides there and will out-last Wal Mart!

- A John Michael De Marco original, feel free to pass on!