The tree is up br The work is done br I wish I could say br It all was fun. br br Beautiful toys on generous display br Drink with a friend of comrade structure br Winter solstice of the pagan year. br br STOP! STOP! STOP! STOP! STOP! br As Jesus came and trod upon earth's sod br Our hope that he was truly God br Then all this abounding kitch is not cool br We need to return to school br To learn lessons of an even more quiet sort. br br Listen to the clock strike its hour br Pray for all its victims br This sheen of visiting pagan peace br Takes us from the child's much deeper truth.