Once upon a slower time, in the not too distant past,
Two symbols stood a month apart; long looks to each we’d cast.
The poppy, red and proud, stood still; remembering the fallen.
The only music to its ears the lonely bugle calling.
A warning we should take the time to remember life and loss,
Else be the next ones in the line to bear a heavy cross.
The Christmas tree, all bright with lights and branches laid with snow,
Stood sentinel, a warming sight to December’s darkness cold.
Behold the gifts beneath so gay, they serve us to remind
There once was He sent from above to save all human kind.
Two symbols set apart and yet alike – love freely given.
A month to each was space for us to be thankful for our living.
With time to pause and say a prayer for those within our lives
Who brought us peace or brought us Christ; each blessed in our eyes.
A shadow formed and soon eclipsed the time and space between.
A prince of darkness, creeping in, upon our minds to lean.
“Buy this, buy that,” his banner cries, “There is no other reason
For all the lights and sights and sounds – it’s money spending season!
No need to stop and think and pray, just get thee out thy purses.
No need to thank the Lord above for veterans and nurses.
This gadget here will cleanse your sins, this sale be your redemption.
I’ve just the thing to fill your soul – more material consumption!”
Beware this prince for he is false; don’t listen to his view.
“To everything there is a season” has stood and still rings true.
A month of honour, a month of praise, is how it ought to be.
Don’t let the market steal your heart – remember you are free!
So take the time to thank the vets and time to praise the Lord.
And leave the sales another day – they’re a price we can’t afford.