On the Second Day of Christmas

CALVIN:

This whole Santa Claus thing just doesn't make sense. Why all the secrecy? Why all the mystery?

If the guy exists why doesn't he ever show himself and prove it?

And if he doesn't exist what's the meaning of all this?

HOBBES:

I dunno. Isn't this a religious holiday?

CALVIN:

Yeah, but actually, I've got the same questions about God.

― Bill Watterson

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OK God

We’ve done the whole Christmas thing

Well, actually, we’ve just started the Christmas thing

But still

We’ve been busy

And some of the season has been about You

More than we might think

For each family gathering

Each child returned home

Each “I love you”

Each gathering around a table

Each exchange of gifts

Were really about you

And yet on this second day of Christmas

So much remains the same

The rich still plot and plan

The Liar still lies

Games are played with people’s lives

Children die

Guns are given in celebration of the birth of the prince of peace

Blacks are still targeted

Seriously God

Would it be that hard to make liars accountable for their lies?

To bring down the arrogant

To spread out the wealth

To make the evil pay

Would it be that hard to give everyone healthcare?

To protect little children?

To give mothers strength

Why don’t you just show yourself,

And prove that you are love?

Why all the mystery?

This day of days

I could use a little certainty