Wednesday, December 26, 2018
On the Second Day of Christmas
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?
I dunno. Isn't this a religious holiday?
Yeah, but actually, I've got the same questions about God.
― Bill Watterson
We’ve done the whole Christmas thing
Well, actually, we’ve just started the Christmas thing
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
Guns are given in celebration of the birth of the prince of peace
Blacks are still targeted
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