Contemporary Relevant New Christmas Songs

Here are some new exciting songs set to the music of familiar oldies !

JINGLE ALL THE WAY (sing to the music of Jingle Bells)

You're eating our lies and dashing to the stores,
then all our prices rise and how the money pours !
If we don't keep you drugged and watching your TV,
you might see the hypocrisy,
then where would be business at ?

Chorus:

Profits here, profits there,
profits everywhere
Christmas time is funny
we smell money in the air
Advertise, glamorize,
fool you with a flair.
Lets be sure that Christmas
is a big corporate affair !

We'll tell what to think and tell you what to try
What to eat and drink and how to live and die
And when the corporate pland succeeds,
when Christmas time is nigh
Instead of seeking love and peace --
you'll strive for toys and gifts to buy !

Chorus


Go to this link to read and sing some more new favorites ! Such as:

Uh oh, We're in the Red, Dear (Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer)

Buy and Sell (Silver Bells)

Consumer Wonderland (Winter Wonderland)

Toys for the World (Joy to the World)

God Rest Ye Merry Shoppers (God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen)

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A Poem for Christmas

Here is some thought provoking words worthy of Christmas reflection. I found this poem on the web and it was written by an American soldier.


A Different Christmas Poem


The embers glowed softly, and in their dim light,

I gazed round the room and I cherished the sight.

My wife was asleep, her head on my chest,

My daughter beside me, angelic in rest.

Outside the snow fell, a blanket of white,

Transforming the yard to a winter delight.

The sparkling lights in the tree I believe,

Completed the magic that was Christmas Eve.

My eyelids were heavy, my breathing was deep,

Secure and surrounded by love I would sleep.

In perfect contentment, or so it would seem

,So I slumbered, perhaps I started to dream.


The sound wasn't loud, and it wasn't too near,

But I opened my eyes when it tickled my ear.

Perhaps just a cough, I didn't quite know, Then the

sure sound of footsteps outside in the snow.

My soul gave a tremble, I struggled to hear,

And I crept to the door just to see who was near.

Standing out in the cold and the dark of the night,

A lone figure stood, his face weary and tight.


A soldier, I puzzled, some twenty years old,

Perhaps a Marine, huddled here in the cold.

Alone in the dark, he looked up and smiled,

Standing watch over me, and my wife and my child.

"What are you doing?" I asked without fear,

"Come in this moment, it's freezing out here!

Put down your pack, brush the snow from your sleeve,

You should be at home on a cold Christmas Eve!"


For barely a moment I saw his eyes shift,

Away from the cold and the snow blown in drifts..

To the window that danced with a warm fire's light

Then he sighed and he said "Its really all right,

I'm out here by choice. I'm here every night."


"It's my duty to stand at the front of the line,

That separates you from the darkest of times.

No one had to ask or beg or implore me,

I'm proud to stand here like my fathers before me.

My Gramps died at ' Pearl on a day in December,

"Then he sighed, "That's a Christmas 'Gram always remembers."

My dad stood his watch in the jungles of ' Nam ',

And now it is my turn and so, here I am.

I've not seen my own son in more than a while,

But my wife sends me pictures, he's sure got her smile.


Then he bent and he carefully pulled from his bag,

The red, white, and blue... an American flag.

I can live through the cold and the being alone,

Away from my family, my house and my home.

I can stand at my post through the rain and the sleet,

I can sleep in a foxhole with little to eat.

I can carry the weight of killing another,

Or lay down my life with my sister and brother..

Who stand at the front against any and all,

To ensure for all time that this flag will not fall."


"So go back inside," he said, "harbor no fright,

Your family is waiting and I'll be all right."

"But isn't there something I can do, at the least,

"Give you money," I asked, "or prepare you a feast?

It seems all too little for all that you've done,

For being away from your wife and your son."


Then his eye welled a tear that held no regret,

"Just tell us you love us, and never forget.

To fight for our rights back at home while we're gone,

To stand your own watch, no matter how long.

For when we come home, either standing or dead,

To know you remember we fought and we bled.

Is payment enough, and with that we will trust,

That we mattered to you as you mattered to us."


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Christmas Gifts from Jim Hightower

Enjoy this video from this poignant observer on the American condition.

http://www.alternet.org/blogs/video/71306/

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