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Christmas Prayers to some it means reindeers fly without wings to some it is holy, beyond life itself to some it is only books on a shelf the eve of Christmas finds lights on the trees presents beneath them, man on his knees whatever the reason, if you can believe in love beyond season, then you will receive the true gift of Christmas, it's not just one day it's a way of living, not just words to say but too many people live hypocrisy the eve before Christmas is just fantasy the day after Christmas the stores are all packed with disgruntled people who want money back the eve before Christmas and I just want to know the year between Christmas where does the love go? the years between Christmas... where does the love go? and while those who don't know me might see only sadness or "Christmas Blues" in this one, there's actually a positive challenge here... a challenge to change the way things are... a challenge to majority who buy into the commercialism and hypocrisy that Christmas has become in our modern culture... you see, my favorite line from any Christmas song is why can't it be Christmas the whole year long... the best feeling most people feel all year... it should last... so this is part of my subtle boulder... and I lean against it an nudge it closer to the edge now and then... I hear Harry Chapin's The Rock in my mind and smile... my humor is certainly not on the well beaten path... but anyway, I care enough to shed a tear during the happiest time of year for all those who tell the lies that are only seen with closed eyes... and I wonder just how well you know me, just how much you trust me... and just how wise you are... the deeper I get, the more real I become in world, the fewer people stick around... for most people seem to see reality and truth as sadness or depression or worse because most people live on borrowed hope, if they have hope at all... and that is sad... unfortunately, the true reality of life as humans live it in this world is sad and depressing, but my reflecting upon it does not bring me down at my core... I am secure there... I have more hope that I know what to do with and it is mine, born and raised in my heart and mind... so I can be an accurate mirror at times, reflecting the "worst", without actually believing in the hopelessness and despair most people would find in the hard core truths of this human reality... truths like the children who are starving tonight... the children who are being shot and torchered tonight... the children who are experiencing true hell on Earth... while so many stuff their faces full of wasteful foods in the name of God with a capital G, peace on Earth, good will toward all... and who makes the connection between these pretentious, wasteful hypocrits and the suffering?... the truth is, unless you truly remember how lucky you are as you enjoy yourself, Christmas dinners are an insult to billions of humans and a mockery of the word humanity... but who wants to hear the truth... that the meat on the table is a dead animal that was drugged and tortured and slaughtered at exhorbitant cost for momentary human pleasure... that the food we throw out could have fed hundreds of people who will starve to death tonight while it rots in our trash cans... that the "love" supposedly shared isn't honest lasting love at all, but momentary ego-gratification and selfish indulgence... and that much of the "joy", and certainly the relatively uninhibited desire to share, seems to disappear after the alcohol and drugs wear off... ho-ho-ho... Happy New Year... burp... see what I mean?... now who wants that at their Christmas dinner?... somewhere inside I am laughing now at the absurdity, but there is no joking (and that's what's so amusing to me, that most people wouldn't understand the peace I feel in expressing this) here... somewhere inside I cry... my "Christmas dinner" mourns the ignorance and hypocrisy and celebrates the hope that this ignorance and hypocrisy will not be the human choice forever... that a deeper more balanced and fair and all-encompassing truth will prevail... this is a window into my creative process for those of you who wish to know me... I allow influences in from wherever they come and open the possibilities as much as I can and then either focus on an imaginary extreme of fiction or on a hard core perception of reality, or somewhere in between... I'm almost always somewhere in the words, in the rhyme, sometimes hardly noticeable as a narrator or story-teller, sometimes pouring as much of me into words as I am able... you would have to know me well and be looking deep into my eyes to guess close to which is which and when and why... and on the theme of this particular subject matter (which will probably offend some who do not read all of the prose and some who do, but just don't get or misunderstand the point), a while back one Christas eve I wrote the rhyme that appears next... another example of the process... I include the notes I wrote back then about it... the "mood" and "theme" of Christmas, this being the Eve and all, is drawn upon for continued inspiration... the rhyme began as a question to me and anyone who hears it... and I stopped writing about halfway through, considering whether I was done... I pause a few moments and walked away... when I returned, I saw more cynicism and sarcasm in the prevailing tone of the words than I wanted or actually felt... I wanted and still want to words to be heard, not cast aside because they bring people down too much or seem to mock too much... there is a precarious balance somewhere in the middle that becomes unthreatening, non-offending, and even interesting seriousness... so I added the second part until just before the oh-oh-oh... and I paused again, considering the rhyme "done"... and I called the most trusted heart I knew at the time and read it to her and felt good... and while talking to her, I started visualizing the potential for a video of the words as a song... and after I hung up I wrote the closing to fit a video imagery... I explain all this hoping you may want to know me well... this is the process of the creation of this particular rhyme, an example of how my "creativity" works in reality... and it's an appropriate rhyme to use as an example, because it represents much of my core beliefs and desires... the belief that humans are screwing up their true intentions and the desire to point this out in a positive and effective way... so this is hopefully a "window" into me on many levels... the creative process as it happened... much editing might still be done when I look back on this specific sharing of this rhyme... the merging of external influences with my own ideals and goals... this is about as much of an explanation or analysis as I've given to any of my writings or to the "creative process" as a whole... hope you find worth in reading and know that it is respect for you that brings me to explain and share this now... with all that said, this next paragraph outlines the embryo of a video I have in my head for this song... I visualize a major video production that starts at a Christmas dinner table in a middle class home... with a homeless family down the street at their Christmas table, a few garbage cans... and some scenes of wars and foreign lands slipped in at the right lines... and a nativity scene with a homeless family in a barn a bit further down the road just as the verse with Jesus's name comes around... and rain starting to fall, metaphorically mixed with scenes of lies and corruption and bombs and war... and the families all crying, happy and sad, just as "but crying will not stop the pain" comes around... and the ultimate opening of the door to invite the homeless family in for dinner... and then the panning back from the home to show this same scene happening at the neighbors, and then all over the neighborhood, and then all over the world... and then the family and a crowd coming out of their homes to sing the final chorus a few times, arm in arm... We Are The World style... ok, that's the idea... and now, the words... it needs a lot of work, but the embryo is there for something profound, or so I would like to believe... a Christmas Prayer called Christmas Cheer... whatcha think?... what-what-what have you done this year? when-when-when will all the suffering end? how much do you ignore for Christmas cheer? as I sit around this table with all your loving eyes I wonder how we swallow all of our own lies I don't want you to be sad I want you to wake up what we need is the truth now not poisons in our cup who-who-who really shares this Christmas? what-what-what does it mean to you? when-when-when will we stop the hunger? how much do you know 'bout what you do? the meat that I cut into now was fed by mnany pounds of grain enough food for a hundred meals why is this not insane when children are starving to death while we waste so much more how can we ignore this truth when it's right outside our door? who-who-who really dares this Christmas what-what-what are you gonna do? when-when-when will we stop supporting the harm and destruction... how many really knew? the taxes you're about to pay as this years comes to a close buy weapons of destruction that kill children in ragged clothes how can we sit here so smugly ignorance is bliss I suppose but does ignorance save the soul pretending that no one knows who-who-who celebrates Christmas? what-what-what are you cheering for? when-when-when will you let the truth in why-why-why do you close your door? so as you pass you plate asking for some more ask yourself is this what your Jesus Christ came for? ho-ho-ho Merry Christmas, sure... but crying will not stop the pain feeling sad won't stop the rain we can feel true joy again if we will just remember when Christmas was not just about getting things Christmas was for more about living things when passion played on true heart strings and all the joy that giving brings if we start facing the whole truth we can stop selling our youth if we just do the words we say we can make the better way so I will fill your plate right now hoping you will remember how to share all you have to give so that all children can live who-who-who will dare remember what-what-what you feel right here when-when-when will you start living Christmas giving all through the year that's the way to save the world let's start this year oh-oh-oh (ho-ho-ho) who-who-who will dare remember (to do your part) what-what-what you feel right here (deep in your heart) when-when-when will you start living (and getting smart) Christmas giving all throughout the year (it's time to start) that's the way to save the world let's start this year who-who-who... me and you what-what-what... love and share when-when-when... right now why-why-why... because we care where-where-where... right here that's the way to save the world let's start right here let's start sharing the true Christmas Cheer today and every day throughout the year let's start sharing the true Christmas Cheer
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