People Not Presents

I am participating in the Write Tribe Blogging Challenge from December 8-14.

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Today's topic is People so I decided to write a poem for a change of pace.
People Not Presents

The Christmas rush is here again
Take a breath and count to ten,
This time of year we lose our way
It makes me sadder than I can say,

Spending too much on so much stuff
Don’t you think we have enough?
Eating until we’re ready to burst
Drinking to quench our endless thirst

Forever searching and feeling a void
No wonder we often get annoyed
Please listen to this Christmas verse
Open your heart and close your purse,

Reach out to others and the world will sing
Don’t you think that’s a wonderful thing?
Love and kindness are better than toys
People, not presents bring Christmas joys.


Comments

  1. ChocolattezDecember 13, 2013 at 4:16 PM

    I love this!!

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  2. UnknownDecember 13, 2013 at 4:52 PM

    I agree completely. This was lovely! ♥ It reminds me of the message learned in The Grinch Stole Christmas.

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    1. UnknownDecember 15, 2013 at 4:55 AM

      I guess I have seen the Grinch a few times but the message still bears repeating, right, Kathy? Thanks for commenting!

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  3. SunitaDecember 14, 2013 at 10:47 AM

    So true. If only we could give importance to people and humanity rather than indulging in luxurious.. I loved these lines immensely" Please listen to this Christmas verse
    Open your heart and close your purse,"

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    1. UnknownDecember 15, 2013 at 4:54 AM

      Thanks so much for stopping by, Sunita. Appreciate it!

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  4. AnonymousDecember 15, 2013 at 2:25 AM

    People not present bring joy. It's so true and wish so many would understand the simple sentence that will make us go from strength to strength:)

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    1. UnknownDecember 15, 2013 at 4:55 AM

      Thanks so much vishalbheeroo. Appreciate you stopping in.

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  5. UnknownDecember 17, 2014 at 5:25 PM

    B eautiful poem. You have rightly said that love and kindness is more important than a gift for the spirit of Christmas.

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  6. Shilpa GupteDecember 18, 2014 at 10:20 AM

    Loved your poem immensely! And, hope people change their attitudes and start giving importance to people more than things.

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