(To the tune of, “God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen.”)

Entering this season,
this Christmas time of year,
at times we struggle to maintain
enough of Christmas cheer.
Our thoughts drift from the reason
we hold this time so dear.

Ohh, tidings of retail therapy,
therapy.
Ohh, tidings of retail therapy.

Turkey’s barely cold before
we put on suits of black.
And God help you, fellow shopper,
you better put that back!
I saw it first, my mood’s the worst,
and I’ve been up since three.

Ohh, tidings of retail therapy,
therapy.
Ohh, tidings of retail therapy.

If you’ve got a home
and clothes to wear,
and food enough to eat,
you’re better off
than most of the world,
so don’t give in to greed.
Get your heart right,
the better fight’s
to fight for others’ needs.

Don’t focus on retail therapy,
therapy.
Share Jesus’ love,
not retail therapy.

© Joel Tipple 11/25/2018