And All Through The House...

Twas the month before Christmas,
When all through our land,
Not a Christian was praying,
Nor taking a stand.
See the PC Police had taken away,
The reason for Christmas - no one could say.
The children were told by their schools not to sing,
About Shepherds and Wise Men and Angels and things.
"It might hurt people's feelings," the teachers would say,
December 25th is just a "Holiday".
Yet the shoppers were ready with cash, checks, and credit,
Pushing folks down to the floor just to get it.
CDs from Madonna, an XBOX, an I-pod,
Something was changing, something quite odd.
Retailers promoted Ramadan and Kwanzaa,
In hopes to sell books by Franken and Fonda.
As Targets were hanging their trees upside down,
At Lowe's the word Christmas was no where to be found.
At K-Mart and Staples and Penny's and Sears,
You won't hear the word Christmas; it won't touch your ears.
Inclusive, sensitive, Di-ver-si-ty,
Are the words that were used to intimidate me.
Now Daschle, Now Darden, Now Sharpton, Wolf Blitzen,
On Boxer, On Rather, On Kerry, On Clinton!
At the top of the Senate there arose such a clatter,
To eliminate Jesus in all public matter.
And we spoke not a word as they took away our faith,
Forbidden to speak of salvation and grace.
The true Gift of Christmas was exchanged and discarded,
The reason for the season, stopped before it started.
So as you celebrate "Winter Break" under your "Dream Tree",
Sipping your Starbucks, listen to me.
Choose your words carefully, choose what you say,
Shout MERRY CHRISTMAS,
Not Happy Holiday!


(Ya Politically correct idiots...)