Souls Out Poem by steve green

Piercing the darkness on a gloomy night
Weary pilgrims are drawn to the light

All ye faithful flock to beacon bright
To worship at the alter of this sacred site

Baby Santa lies away in a manger
Swaddled in consumer currency

Surrounded by merry elves and reindeer
All doing their part for our economy

The doors swing open at midnight
The assembled masses storm in

Seeking the salvation this sale brings
Prices so low they seem like a sin

The Fallen Angel proclaims to all,
“Welcome to my Bargain Nativity! ”

Christmas may be the domain of God,
But Black Friday belongs to me!