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Keep The Receipts
*(for the 'Twas The Night Before Christmas' competition)
Kris Kringle makes me cringe
Jesus, I just roll my eyes
Sad how we have to live a lie to be kind to each other
and only allow that to happen once a year
Ringing bells tell me tales
of lost homes and abused spouses
of children having to face the cold
Because the world doesn't quite understand itself yet
Single mothers make the best holiday smile they can muster
We've given our hearts away
To things, to money, to sales,
to brightly colored adverts telling us our lives are incomplete
We've given our souls away
to the things that everybody wants this holiday season
as if our lives depended on it
Take it back
Make it matter
Show some love and some kindness to those worse off
and see where the heart and mind should truly be
Impress your loved ones with gifts of the spirit
Because sales end,
Things break,
and all the rest you can't take with you
Keep your cash and give your time
No, I won't be joining them
I'm freeing myself of this garbage
and I have somewhere better to be
Because the only things on my wishlist
Are the bed, You, and Me
For all the rest,
the rush and madness,
I hope you've kept the receipts
Kris Kringle makes me cringe
Jesus, I just roll my eyes
Sad how we have to live a lie to be kind to each other
and only allow that to happen once a year
Ringing bells tell me tales
of lost homes and abused spouses
of children having to face the cold
Because the world doesn't quite understand itself yet
Single mothers make the best holiday smile they can muster
We've given our hearts away
To things, to money, to sales,
to brightly colored adverts telling us our lives are incomplete
We've given our souls away
to the things that everybody wants this holiday season
as if our lives depended on it
Take it back
Make it matter
Show some love and some kindness to those worse off
and see where the heart and mind should truly be
Impress your loved ones with gifts of the spirit
Because sales end,
Things break,
and all the rest you can't take with you
Keep your cash and give your time
No, I won't be joining them
I'm freeing myself of this garbage
and I have somewhere better to be
Because the only things on my wishlist
Are the bed, You, and Me
For all the rest,
the rush and madness,
I hope you've kept the receipts
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