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    At Christmas time there was a man, who looked so out of place.
    As people rushed about him, at a hurried sort
    of pace...

    He stared at all the Christmas lights,
    the tinsel everywhere.
    The shopping center Santa Claus with children gathered near.....

    The mall was packed with shoppers,
    who were going to and fro.
    Some with smiles, some with frowns,
    and some too tired to go.

    They rested on benches,
    or they hurried on their way.
    To fight the crowds for purchases,
    to carry home that day.

    The music from the stereo,
    was playing loud and clear.
    Of Santa Claus and snowmen,
    and funny nosed reindeer.

    He heard the people talk about,
    the good times on the way.
    Of parties, fun and food galore,
    and gift exchange that day.

    I'd like to know what's going on,
    the man was heard to say.
    There seems to be some sort
    of celebration on the way.

    And would you tell me who this is,
    all dressed in red and white.
    And why are children asking "him"
    about a special night?

    The answer came in disbelief,
    I can't believe my ear.
    I can't believe you do not know,
    that Christmas time is here.

    The time when Santa comes around,
    with gifts for girls and boys.
    When they are asleep on Christmas Eve, he
    leaves them books and toys.

    The man you see in red and white,
    is Santa Claus so sly.
    The children love his joyful laugh,
    and twinkle in his eye.

    His gift packed sleigh is pulled along,
    by very small reindeer.
    As he flies quickly through the air,
    while darting here and there.

    The children learn of Santa Claus,
    while they are still quite small.
    When Christmas comes "he" is the most,
    "important" one of all.

    The stranger hung His head in shame, He
    closed a nail pierced hand.
    His body shook in disbelief,
    He did not understand.

    A shadow crossed His stricken face,
    His voice was low but clear.
    "After all these years they still don't
    know."

    And JESUS shed a tear.

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    Look i understand that your a leetle bit nervous
    cauz your worried you wont get all the prezents you want

    Tradition is tradition
    capitalism is capitalism
    religion is religion
    politics is politics
    but money rules them all

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    Quote Originally Posted by zedaxax
    Look i understand that your a leetle bit nervous
    cauz your worried you wont get all the prezents you want

    Tradition is tradition
    capitalism is capitalism
    religion is religion
    politics is politics
    but money rules them all

    Please explain your first sentence?

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    First Sentence : Look i understand that your a leetle bit nervous

    Explanation : cauz your worried you wont get all the prezents you want

    ok?

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    What do you see in the poem that would lead you to this conclusion?

    Or better yet, what have you seen or known of me that would lead you to this statement.
    Last edited by Everose; 11-26-2004 at 03:16 AM.

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    Before we get too over excited here

    Yes the poem is sinically lovely
    superbly directed at our guilt for carrying out our tradition which has gone out of consumer whores control
    a chip in the shoulder to make another "social" event more painfull - so do you have a solution?
    cauze if i dont buy those prezzies which will be forgotten anyhow itll be a bad moment and it aint to often la familia gets together.

    In my estranged culture-if youve been a bad boy you get put in a potatoe sack by a colonial impersiantion of an immigrant and whipped with a stick - hence the nervesnous
    if your a child of course

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    Quote Originally Posted by zedaxax
    Before we get too over excited here

    Yes the poem is sinically lovely
    superbly directed at our guilt for carrying out our tradition which has gone out of consumer whores control
    a chip in the shoulder to make another "social" event more painfull - so do you have a solution?
    cauze if i dont buy those prezzies which will be forgotten anyhow itll be a bad moment and it aint to often la familia gets together.

    In my estranged culture-if youve been a bad boy you get put in a potatoe sack by a colonial impersiantion of an immigrant and whipped with a stick - hence the nervesnous
    if your a child of course

    Not to worry about the over excited. I understand your response now that you have given me your perception. Thanks for responding.

    Sorry, Zed, at first I missed your question. I guess it is for everyone to find their own solution, is it not? I would have no way of knowing what would work for you in your culture. I never worried about being put in a patatoe sack and whipped with a stick. I never expected presents, but am always surprised and thankful when receiving them.
    Last edited by Everose; 11-26-2004 at 03:44 AM. Reason: Missed Zed's question

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    i prefer summer time

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    Quote Originally Posted by zedaxax
    In my estranged culture-if youve been a bad boy you get put in a potatoe sack by a colonial impersiantion of an immigrant and whipped with a stick - hence the nervesnous
    if your a child of course
    You live in Chelsea?

    Lucky they can afford potatoe sacks, we just get shit sacks

    @Rose....Nice poem, liked it all the way upto the end, could have done with some entrances from Bugs bunny or something cos it was really cheerful til the end
    Cool tho, I like rhyming

    Jonno

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    Christmas is a strange time. It is many things to many people. The ancient Egyptians celebrated the birth of Horus on the 25th December and for the Pagan peoples of Northern Europe it was also a celebration of life and the rebirth of the sun. Hence the Santa figure dressed as a Shaman with his reindeer and the symbols of the Pagan solstice - Yule logs, Holly, Mistletoe and circular wreaths of winter greenery.

    There is one common thread running through all of these and that is the hope inherent in new life. Horus was the symbol good prevailing over evil, the reborn sun the symbol of life to come. The early Church chose the winter solstice to celebrate the birth of Christ because it was rich in exactly the kind of symbolism that they wanted his birth to convey. They simply presented their choice as a promise fulfilled. The Pagan past, far from being a problem, foretold this coming. The Pagan elements, gifts and celebrations in themselves do not detract but rather enrich this message. To try and strip them out (as some would like to) is to totally fail to understand why this time was chosen in the first place.

    Alas, the rampant consumerism of today masks and blurs all. This is, however, rather a new phenomenon - even in my childhood it was far less prevelant than it is now. I hope, however, that it is simply a passing phase. It is possible to really really enjoy this time of year without going completely crazy with a bit of plastic. (Least that is what I am telling the kids )

    So the message is simple, Hope - she who also came with Pandora's box.
    Cogito cogito ergo cogito sum


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