Starlight, star bright
First star I see tonight
Staring at the glare of dazzling paparazzi lights,
Starstruck at some Hollywood darling
A starlet on whom we start
casting our sights
Our hearts marveling at larger than life czars of the arts.
But the part I want to get to
is the matter's heart
Please tell me -
Where for heavens sake did all that really start?
It's odd we give such a nod to these modern goddesses and gods
who seem impressive from afar
Starring in roles, applauded and lauded
making bank for the plays' parts they play in
that in order to take in -
we payin' - Netflix and Pathé
But we're being played cause that's not who they really are
Go closer, look deeper and farther.
You'll see they're far from being on par
with the real Superstar -
the original birthday boy of Decem-bar
The One who's called the Bright and Morning Star
He's the one whose raw star power
should really draws the oohs and ahhs
'Cause His star hung 'round that little town of prophetic renown
Long after what we now know
went down in Bethlehem
among the sheep and the cows
Astounding astrologers, star gazers
and sages all around,
their heads crowned,
wearing fancy threads and royal gowns.
They bounded headlong with their bounty over countless valleys
and surrounding mountains
Counting it nothing if somehow
they could bow low and bestow honor to the real Star
Because everyone knows that Christmas, y'all, this is His show
Its not really about Father Christmas, snow or Santa
You can recall why we get the 25th off, can't ya?
Is it just sipping hot wine outside from from a plastic decanter?
Cause then after, you gotta go gulp down some Mylanta
Yeah we big on amassing
vast amounts of classy foie gras
afta midnight mass
where we break our fast
and gorge on a massive repast
But we wonder, alas,
why the sweet rich taste don't really last.
Yo, it's not about mistletoe
and where you gonna go
plant ya lips
for that kiss
from your special miss or mister
It's more than exploring Sephora, shopping Dior, or
buying a Michael Kors
getting poorer as you splurge
at store after store
Over- pending more and more
until we ask ourselves,
"Whats it all really for?"
Don't misinterpret or be missin'
on the real history lesson
you're messin' with God's big mission
If you write Xmas
it's such a big omission
Cause it's certainly not about Rudolph, Donner or Blitzen
But Christ is front and center
of this big holiday tradition.
Far better than that guy named Clause
He's the greatest gift giver
that there ever was
It should give us pause
makin' our jaws
drop open in full-on awe at his cause
Which was
That as pure Love,
He descended to spend his life
better than any man ever did,
bending under the penalty
of our unending self-centered binging,
surrendering to suffering unrelenting
While defending us
against the pretender
upending the dominion over us
by our our enemy and all his minions
This incredible life, in my opinion,
ended in winnin'
And that, ladies and gentle-men
Is the no-frills noble story of Noel
we need to be spinning
To the end all the way from the beginning.
Well, my friends,
we've come is this ditty's end,
sent to your heart
from my pen.
Amen.
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