Love came down at Christmas in the form of a neon light and all of the world was glad to see the specials run on toys for the kids and the multitude rejoiced saying, “Glory be to the pocket book and money belt! May they remain thick through such perilous times.” The angels came down to the ranting, raving middle class and they were sore afraid, but the angel of advertising said, “Fear not, for behold I run a special at the mall.” And, the middle class rejoiced and went to where the special was, and there came also wise wall street executives from the East saying, “Where is the toy that is sold on special, for we have seen his ad in the journal and have come to match it?”
Through the night a lonely priest sits insisting that this is the birth of Christ, a time of joy and of love, but no one listened for the people were behind on wrapping gifts. God forgive them for they know not what they do and a very Merry Christmas.