Merry Christmas
So, it's Christmas Day, 25th December 2022,
Celebrated not about Jesus, Adam and Eve, or me (God) just you.
Yes, you the abomination, known globally as man,
Whose sole goal: to make as much money as you can.
While Santa is distributing goodies, with Rudolph and company in his sleigh,
You “money grubbers” out making trillions, to you, it's just another day.
With your false prayers, Hallelujah to Jesus and sometimes glory to God,
Which is all a sham, but don't worry, soon I'll strike down with my lightning rod.
When I (God, that's me) created you, instilled inside was “my ultimate plan”,
Instead mankind has distorted the word, so you'll have to go in the trashcan.
Don't worry, after I unleash, all of my hail and thunder,
Then you'll turn around and say, “wait, we've made a complete blunder”.
I keep looking, but so far, I've yet to find,
Anyone that's faithful, yes, “you've all done lost your minds”.
There's a slight percentage, (less than one percent) who's proven to be the best,
Guess what will happen, (you get one guess) what happens to all the rest.
I'm going to give each individual, one last chance,
This is on a “case by case basis”, you must learn how to dance.
Dr. Watson and his sidekick, the one and only Sherlock Holmes,
They certainly know, who sits up high, yes high, on His throne.
It's very simple, the teacher is God, yes, “God Rules”,
St. Nick is traveling, connecting to all you boys and girls in school.
He will make sure to reach everyone around the world,
Those of you who’ve been naughty, you’re gonna have to give an extra twirl.
In the beginning, you were informed, all about life,
Grew older, got married, to your husband or wife.
We love celebrating and having a ball on the town,
The king and queen, we enjoy Christmas and about to “get down”.
Okay, Jack and Jill, who's gone up the hill,
God is presenting the check, it's time to pay your bill.
You're the check and God is definitely, “the best cashier”,
Hope you had fun downing all that thirst-quenching beer.
You say, I need just a little bit more time,
Too bad, “times up”, so tell me the rhyme.
God (that's me) certainly knows who's been naughty and good,
I'll make a point, to visit everyone, yes, I'll be coming to each and every neighborhood.
You look at each other and realized the clock has finally stopped,
Yes, God (that's me) has arrived, so to you I say…
“TICK, TOCK”
Your Father
God