Piercing the darkness on a
gloomy night
Weary pilgrims are drawn to
the light
All ye faithful flock to
beacon bright
To
worship at the alter of this sacred site
Baby Santa lies away in a
manger
Swaddled in consumer currency
Surrounded by merry elves and
reindeer
All doing their part for our
economy
The doors swing open at
midnight
The assembled masses storm in
Seeking the salvation this
sale brings
Prices so low they seem like
a sin
The Fallen Angel proclaims to
all,
“Welcome to my Bargain Nativity!”
Christmas may be the domain
of God,
But Black Friday belongs to
me!”
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