Christmas is palpable

Intents are horrible

Many will use no Bible

They are waiting to kiss

Under a mistletoe for bliss

And will take no one’s diss


Gone are the days

When many stood at bays

To think of a blessed baby in tangled hays

Now there is the sexy dancing

Now there is the much drinking

Now, there are no candling


If Jesus watches these beings

I’m sure He’s questioning our beings

And is cursing His seeings

None to the poor fends

Each dressing to his ends

Needs are never given any bends


Now who cares about where the sheep sleep?

At the mention of the sheep

Many mouths open for tender meat in mouths deep

Hays are for the farm

And farmers who need to harm

The sheep to poverty overcome


A celebration of blessing

A celebration of giving

A celebration of loving

Has turned into an eyesore

Trending without even a law

Making indifferencers bore

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014

By amoafowaa

Just a simple Ghanaian trying to find the best in our society. I may be fun, I may be interesting, I may be funny, I may even be foolish or intelligent, but it is all based on the mood in which you find yourself. I believe our minds make us who we are. Know that, pain, no matter its 'unbearability', is transient. Unburden or delight yourself for a while in my writings please. And all corrections, advice and opinions are welcome. Know that you are the king, queen or royal on this blog. :)


This what man does to make his money’s grow. It is about what the heavens had intended. It’s about lining the pockets of those who need more. Tradition were gone a long time ago. We are living with a whole set. It’s sad to say but most have forgotten about the heavens and rather think about the tree and the presents


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