After listening to boatloads of Christmas carols every year (several years ago I even did a pair of blog posts listing my most and least favorites), I have realized that it is very hard indeed to write a good, original Christmas carol these days. Most of the great stuff is already taken and it's very easy to rely on overused metaphors or clichés. I would love to write a Christmas song one day, but I fear I'd fall into the same traps that many of these modern songs do.
Case in point: the other day I taped the new Elf on the Shelf special for my son, as we have an elf and I thought he might enjoy it. Sadly, it seemed rather hastily slapped together, probably hoping to cash in on a new trend without spending too much time or effort on it. There was one song included in the piece that I particularly wrinkled my nose at: I believe the line is "Christmas is a time for forgiveness; that is why we all believe in Christmas." Um, what? And that line is most of the chorus. Wow. At least he doesn't seem to have liked that show. We'll keep playing Charlie Brown Christmas and Rudolph for him, then. They both have their issues (CB is constantly called stupid; Rudolph displays dated sexist treatment of women and a very hasty apology to Rudolph for their treatment of him at the end), but they are both about a million times better than the Elf on the Shelf.
Anyway, maybe I can write a Christmas poem or two in this month that someday I could play with as a lyric.
Christmastime has rolled around
and once again I'm spinning.
First I have to decorate,
but that's only the beginning.
Next I have to bake and shop,
and stress about the extra bills,
worry over perfect presents,
fine-tune all the stocking fills.
Not to mention clean the house,
cooking dinner is a chore,
take care of the children and
run around the grocery store.
But at night when kids are sleeping,
true peace creeps in at the seams,
and I startle to remember
what this season truly means.
While I cling to fading memories
of my precious baby boys,
my heart understands what Mary
sacrificed for Christmas joys.
Thank you, God, for giving us
this most precious gift;
your son lived and died
to bring us everlasting life.