Thanksgiving’s gone, another year,
The race is on, we’re in high gear.
Black Friday, the official date,
The shopping mall, our starting gate.
So many trees, and twinkling lights,
Ah, gifts galore, oh what a sight!
The houses glow, adorned anew,
In colors green, red, white, and blue.
The stores are packed, with brand new fare,
And soon you’ll see a Santa there.
The music very mystical,
It makes one feel so whimsical.
Now clean, and cook, and decorate,
So much to do, we stay up late.
Send out the cards, and wrap the gifts,
No wonder that we need a lift.
The day has come, dinner’s ready,
Family gathered, people many.
But do they know of Gospel grace,
Dare you preach it, now, in this place?
If they’re lost, what could be merry,
Sudden death would be so scary.
Affections set on things above,
I say these things because I love.
His death remember, that He said,
Not day of birth, we’re so misled.
What have these earthly things to do,
With Jesus Christ who died for you?
Cathy White 2007 ©