If the reason for the season is to get but not to give,
Or to fill our self with food delights for that’s the way to live
Maybe uncork lots of bottles for the pleasure of the night
But to wake the following morning with a headache fit to fight.
If every selfish pleasure capped the day with lots of things
We’d be missing out on happiness unselfish spirit brings.
For giving without getting has satisfaction of its own
And the satisfaction lingers after selfless deeds are done,
While we enjoy prosperity there are people on the street
Who lack the funds to clothe themselves have shoes upon their feet.
And their silent cry for understanding people who should care
Have them looking all directions for a meagre help to snare.
But sometimes these same people with the little they possess
Care less fortunate round them whose lives are in a mess.
For learning how unyielding these poor people’s lives may be
Breeds a sympathetic spirit hard more fortunate to see.
We need more introspection, and seek to understand
Why those of us more fortunate need to give a helping hand.
If the reason for the season is to get but not to give
Then we need to have a change of heart and learn to really live.
Instead of pulling out all stops to grasp a lot of things
Perhaps it’s time to help someone, feel happiness it brings
In serving human need and sharing season’s gifts to others
Remembering all humanity are our sisters and our brothers.
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