We All Hear A Merry Christmas Poem by Randy McClave

We all hear a 'Merry Christmas! '
During this time of the year once again,
As we all pray for peace on earth
To replace all of our evil deeds and sin.
Families are now sitting at their table
While watching their father doing his turkey carving,
Scraps of meat is given to the family dog
And the children in Syria, are starving.

We all wear our new Christmas clothes
As our children's toys we help build,
While houses in Syria have been destroyed
And the children in Syria, have been killed.
But, we did put our change into a bucket
After we bought our walnuts and pumpkin pie,
'Merry Christmas! ' we shout to all strangers
And still, the children in Syria die.

So, a 'Merry Christmas! ' to us one and all
And also a very Happy New Year,
But, only to our friends and our family
And not for the children that are bleeding, with a tear.
The children here sing their songs together
As they all stand beside their Christmas tree,
With a statue of the new born baby Jesus
While they're whispering, 'More presents and gifts for me'.

Now we all sit and we wait in anticipation
After the turkey has been carved,
Then we pray to God for our blessings
While the children in Syria, have starved.
Joyful sounds are now being made
As we all sing to the sound of a Christmas bell,
But, that is the music that the egotistical's hear
As the children in Syria, hear only Hell.

Our children are excitedly waiting
And wishing for a new snow upon the ground,
While most children in Syria are terrifyingly anticipating
For the bombs, terrifying sound.
Parents and children here are still smiling
As they thank Santa and the child born in Bethlehem,
With their new toys and gifts received
As the Syrian children wonder, what about them?

Families are warm as together they snuggled
While singing in the Christmas choirs,
Though many children in Syria are still struggling
While listening for bombs, and dying in fires.
We watched our children stand in line
So, that they could sit upon Santa's knee
While orphans are praying, and Christmas wishing
That from Aleppo in a line they could also flee.

Randy L. McClave