Holidaze Poem by cora fazio

Shuffling here or shuffling there.
Everyones in a hurry there's no time to spare.
No smiles on their faces, with no one to care.
Running in races to get to that sale.
Cards to get ready to put in the mail.
Presents to buy with money to burn.
When will we take time?
When will we learn?
Who commercialized this season?
Who brought us here?
Do we remember?
Is it even clear?
The songs sung in splendor.
The season, the reason,
praying for peace on this earth.
It all began with a mere childs birth