The Day Christmas was Cancelled (Poem)

Merry Christmas one and all! What? Its January? Well, Christmas officially ends on the 6th of this month (that's the excuse I've given my editor, and I'm sticking with it!), so don't be a scrooge!
Considering 2012 was pretty big (for some of you), this is the biggest poem I've ever written (its four pages long!). Its a Christmas epic, and I'm sharing it with all of you. Aren't I nice?
So, get tucked in, sit back, relax, and get glued to the monitor as you wave goodbye to Christmas for another year.
Enjoy!

THE DAY CHRISTMAS WAS CANCELLED

One cold December season, 

the world’s leaders came together,

making an announcement that defied all reason, 

an announcement that would haunt us forever.

For the yuletide spirit that pierces the heart,

made us feel jolly, which we shared with our friends,

was suddenly dispersed as quick as it starts, 

and the world cried in silence as their Christmas came to an end.

“Happy Holidays” and “Seasons Greetings”,

was what the unbelievers sang,

little realising their involvement in the fall of man.

Though that’s not to say the believers were as righteous,

their peaceful thoughts turned to anger, creating a civil crisis.

On, and on they went, with raised voices and riots,

with fightings, bitings, even smitings,

and being anything but quiet.

During a time of love and understanding,

the hateful choirs grew, ever expanding,

and when things appeared to be more rough,

the governments issued this statement:

“ENOUGH!”

“This is not the time to bicker, and argue.

This is the time to spread peace anew.

To give your hand out to a total stranger,

without the fear of being in danger.

Not to create chaos, and bedlam in the streets!

Not to act like wild animals salivating over their meat!

Is this how you want your history to be remembered?

When ‘peace on Earth’ was surrendered?

If you all can’t keep Christmas in mind,

then Christmas on December 25th you will not find!

We issue this creed throughout the land,

and no one who heeds it will be hanged!

No more will we see Christmas decorations!

No more will there be holy celebrations!

No more will we see Christmas trees!

No more will there be feels of glee!

No more will we see Christmas lights!

No more will there be festive sights!

No more will we see, and this is a must,

no more will there be the spirit of Christmas!”

And with that said,

“Happy Holidays” was put to bed.

“Merry Christmas” was shut, and sealed,

never to reopen, forever concealed.

As all mankind sat, and pondered,

the only sound heard was rolling thunder.

Showers of sleet, and heavy rain fell,

replacing the usual frosty spell.

All the whitest, and purest snow gone,

now faced the globes tears all winter long.

They used to be so giving, so caring, and sharing,

but they lost their way throughout the years,

and the tender mercies they held so dear,

were forgotten in a haze, due to financial craze.

Guilt, and sorrow plagued the population,

adding to their own deep humiliation.

Not a word was uttered, not one syllable,

for words would be wasted on the voyage to hell.

When the world closed their eyes, and drifted asleep,

little boys and girls would still often creep.

Holding onto hope that what they heard was a lie,

only to face the reality that Christmas did die.

Much like their parents, they shed not a tear.

What good would that bring? Nothing, I fear.

Instead they stayed silent, all year round,

and it was that moment the adults found,

the children did desert them,

by not making a sound.

Now, they see what they have done,

by dispelling what made Christmas so fun.

Silence is golden, but not when innocence is lost.

It’s the last line a human ever should cross.

A sacred trust had been torn between adult, and child.

what was once so energetic, became so mild.

During a past free of judgment,

now faced a future of crushing disappointment.

Pets of all sizes abandoned their homes,

finding new luxury in wherever they roamed.

Knowing full well they’d been unattended,

they weren’t sticking around for anything pretended.

Instinctively so, the animals knew

that Christmas and man was completely through.

If they couldn’t stay in a house of love,

they’d be better off living in the grand mansions above.

Sunken at the bottom of its own despair,

mankind can only look in the mirror, and stare.

What it sees is a twisted, and tortured face.

What was once so revered, now a disgrace.

Families broken, severed, and unbound,

falling to the Earth, and buried underground.

There they’ll remain, in their infinite demise,

never seeing reason to stand and rise.

The end of the world was what some prophesied,

but we’d never believe with our own two eyes,

that the messages, and writings were all too real,

not with blackouts or explosions,

but sucking the life of those who feel.

Look what’s become of a race once so tall,

because of a mistake they’ve been reduced so small.

Too many chances led to too many penalties,

and during the oldest traditions, one too many fatalities.

Humankind did this, humankind is to blame,

no other would seek out suck hideous fame.

Now, a new entry in the chronicles of old,

will be this fable destined to be told,

in a bid to escape a disgusting fate,

built from ill morals and fuelled by hate.

The past should not be what defines us,

but if we allow it to it shall surely confine us,

and the Gods, who are known

to destroy what they disown,

will do the same in their celestial name.

Is this what we want? To no longer exist?

Some seem not to care, but others insist,

their good deeds are all we need to hear,

to avoid a life of eternal sear.

To prove your worth on this Earth should be so easy,

yet the thought of doing good makes the wicked feel queasy.

If we knew how to be, we wouldn’t be in this situation,

and would answer without a moment’s hesitation.

Woe is me, for having to see what we’ve become!

So, if you’ll have me, please, let me show you the extent of my wisdom.

On the 25th Day, of the 12th calendar month,

display an act that would appear uneath,

by lighting a candle that the law won’t handle,

and radiate the soul with warmth.

Stay in silence, in complete reverence,

remembering that royal birth,

the one that filled the world with mirth,

and creating a form of balance.

Pass along this act,

so more may react,

in a similar fashion, unearthing a familiar passion,

that surrounds their aura, and if all goes well,

they will crave more of that forgotten feeling

that they found so appealing.

You’ll be amazed at the power a solitary flame makes.

A spark to a withered wick moulds, and creates,

a flurry of memories, and sought out fantasies,

of a time when everything felt good,

a time every Christmas should.

A chain of events led to our insanity,

and a chain of events will lead to our humanity.

Small, simple steps is all you need,

to help something mature from out of a seed.

There’s great pride to be had from what you’ve made,

especially from a debt you’ve just repaid.

It’ll be hard coming back from a calamity like this,

breaking from the chains of evil, fused by iron fists,

but if mankind is to strive, and help one another,

it needs to put away its anger, and be as brothers:

Look to make amends,

seek those you wish to tend.

Don’t scowl or jeer,

be of good cheer.

Tuck in with kin,

and appreciate their grins.

Put away your swords, and remember,

all good things come from the Lord.

What is Christmas? Is it just a word?

No, the very thought is absurd.

Christmas is me, its you, its everyone.

It burns brighter than the stars, and sun.

Its in our smiles, that can stretch for miles.

Its in our laughter, that can be heard days after.

Its in the gifts we selflessly give, 

its in everything that’s considered positive.

Do what is right, feel love’s might,

as we continually pursue the fight,

of bringing Christmas to all,

Every December night.