A Parody Poem Promptly Posted ~Promise

   'Twas day after Christmas, and all through the town, the people were moaning 'bout taking lights down. "We just put them up! Must we box them so soon?!" And then the Christmas lights stay up till June. Christmas trees stand alone and bare, and we walk around in bathrobes and messy hair. I sit here and ponder why our joy is so fleeting, and miss the familiar "merry Christmas" greeting. Why must the cheer and the kindness all end? Why not treat every stranger as friend? Then, with shock, I now understand! Christmas does not have to slip through my hand! This feeling of joy, of peace and good will, lives on in Jesus, who is living still! Now with found gladness of the Christ child so dear, I smile as I vow to make it Christmas all year.