God of Christmas
Do I dare suggest, dare to be cruel,
That the god most folks worship at Yule
Is not the one they claim to adore,
Born in a manger in days of yore?
The god who most people bow down to
Is jolly, round, and dressed in red, too.
The god of endless shopping and greed,
With a token for those truly in need.
His image is found in every mall,
In every home, school, and town hall.
The others are banned, protests abound,
Unconstitutional, courts have found.
Yule trees, menorahs, pentacles, crosses,
Must all be hidden from civic bosses.
Yet Santa's face is welcome everywhere,
To encourage spending without a care.
For Santa Claus is the patron saint
Of those who annually will feign
Wealth and riches beyond all telling,
Who find shopping to be compelling.