Empty Boxes
We are on the run in to Christmas time
The time for kids to be overindulged
Credit companies dance with glee
Leaving us all in debt, at least until Easter
Credit crunch or no, we are in a ‘must have culture’
Are we praying to the God of Sales?
Or to that other guy, you know the one
We sing Carols about him, aaaagh!
“Jesus, I wish I could remember his name”
Mounds of gifts fill the room
Bright coloured rappings that causes migraines
Box after box filled with things that beep
All wrappings ripped off until carpet disappears
Every battery rammed home, switches turned on
No sleep for Granddad, sat down after Christmas lunch
Scowling, ruddy faced, belt released another notch
Is it all done so kids will smile, sing your praises
Or to the birth of that other guy, “Christ! I’ve forgotten his name”
The turkey’s digested, packaging re-cycled, first toy broken
It’s two days after Christmas and we get “I’m bored”
Expensive toy stuffed at the back of the cupboard
Remember dressing up boxes, you became a princess, a wise-man
Remember turning empty boxes into a racing car, a rocket to the moon
Remember when parents and children had to entertain themselves
When all the out-laws and in-laws gathered around two dining tables
When we went to church on Christmas Day, celebrated Christ’s birthday
When Jesus Christ did not define a swear word, but heavenly peace
© Phil Golding 12/08
<Deleted User> (5646)
Sun 14th Dec 2008 20:42
Hi Phil,
i really liked your poem.
Yes i do remember playing in the empty boxes instead of with the expensive gifts they came in.
My siblings lot still do it every year.
Believe it ir not, i've even been to the Christmas eve midnight service, (sober) at my local church for the last few years. Hope to make this years too.
Janet.x