It's that Special Time of Year
That's full of Season's Greetings
Where Joy and Peace are deeply wished
At social calls and meetings
Where catalogs and store cashiers
Proclaim that sec'lar phrase
That means so little and says much less:
"Happy Holidays!"
'Tis a great shame they don't profess
Christmas by its true name.
They won't be getting my business;
I won't play that PC game.
So try and patronize the stores
Who recognize the worth
Of keeping Christ in Christmas,
That we celebrate His birth.
And when the mailman gives to you
A heavy cat'log cache
Keep the "Merry Christmas!" ones
And dump the others in the trash!
That's full of Season's Greetings
Where Joy and Peace are deeply wished
At social calls and meetings
Where catalogs and store cashiers
Proclaim that sec'lar phrase
That means so little and says much less:
"Happy Holidays!"
'Tis a great shame they don't profess
Christmas by its true name.
They won't be getting my business;
I won't play that PC game.
So try and patronize the stores
Who recognize the worth
Of keeping Christ in Christmas,
That we celebrate His birth.
And when the mailman gives to you
A heavy cat'log cache
Keep the "Merry Christmas!" ones
And dump the others in the trash!
