Season's Apathy - Christmas lyrics

As the choir mumbled "What Child Is This"

In a most sullen, somber way

The celebrant's procession probed forth upon the floor

Stone faces with stone gazes looked upon the altar

Without intention

Never to gaze about

Naught to voice a chorus

Nor to acknowledge their pious presence

Numbed by the winter's cold

More apathetic each passing year

T'would be but fear, or the unsecure

That silenced this past celebration

The free men have no wish to express it

For freedom came with birth

The lingual praise of hymn

It never touches the celestial vaults

No need someone else will do it

With a far greater song than I

Mumbling, straying, unattentive

Unappreciative, rambling masses

The unfeeling choir with no cheer

The monotonous presentation of clergy

The response of enlessened figures

The stumbling of communion lines

Say not a word...

It is sad that the heart chants no refrain

Nor abundant happiness for this divine time

For freedom, for wealth of good health, money

The ability to smile, the ability to believe

With some sort of immortal hope rendered

Through the unity of church and God

When one is deprived or forgets these gifts

Their significance is increased twofold

Their presence, or existance is well noted

How much money gave you, the church?

No hesitation in that reply,

The beast pounces out

Ask another about themselves

The reply is questioned

For the fear of conflict of interests

Those who are in service of country

They miss whole-heartedly

The Christmas of home

Each remembers the magic of the season

Perhaps it is better

Not to be amongst those people

Unknowing of the season's spirit

Though far away one thing always remains

Dear, the men and women abroad

Keep the liberty light bright

And the magic of Christmas night

Merry Christmas, Happy Christmas!