The holidays are over, and the tree is thrown out.
All the stars and balls and tinsel, have been put in boxes stout.
The wreaths that once hung gayly on the mantle and the door,
Got dingy, dull and faded, and now they are no more.
The toys and gifts and dollies no longer look like new.
Pa looks a little worried, for the budget's gone askew.
Every busy planning woman has relaxed a bit at last;
And reviews with satisfaction, the holidays just past.
Yes, the holidays are over, and yet in retrospect
We wonder if Christ's birthday didn't suffer some neglect.
Have we got our values twisted in our zest for celebration?
Do we cook and bake and hurry, with no time for meditation?
As we rushed about in shopping, wrapping packages and such,
Did we often think of Jesus, who for us has given much?
Have we made a merchant's harvest of this wondrous season rare,
When our hearts should all be lifted above life's rutted thoroughfare?
Have we gone our way forgetting the bright angel's words again?
The Son of God came bringing, "Peace on earth, good will to men."
Let us all resolve hereafter, when Christmas-time comes 'round,
That with peace and love and worship shall the holidays abound.