Christmas Is Coming Too Soon

Smell the red fuzz, where did it go Before the autumn leaves can fully fall The stores drape Christmas lights on every wall September sings a jingle much too loud Commercial snowflakes in a sun-drenched crowd The scent of pine cones wrapped in plastic cheer While hollow sails ring in our ear We've traded meaning for a price tag's gleam The magic we once knew now feels like a dream What happened to waiting for winter's breath Now Christmas is sold and silence is dead Well, Christmas comes too soon in colors too bright It steals from the season, no stars left in sight We chase the bargains but lose the glow Of the quiet December we used to know Who stole our Christmas? Where did it go November hums with carols on repeat The season's rush tramples beneath our feet Black Friday, Cyber Monday, they blur in a race As we fill up our carts leaving no trace of grace Wasn't there a time we gathered in peace Not for the frenzy but for sweet release A time for kindness, for fireside songs Not just for deals or crowded throngs Tradition fades under neon skies As holiday joy becomes a disguise Well, Christmas comes too soon with glitter and gold But the warmth in our hearts feels strangely cold We bought all the magic but can't seem to find The quiet reflections we left behind Who stole our Christmas? Where did it go November hums with carols on repeat The season's rush tramples beneath our feet Black Friday, Cyber Monday, they blur in a race As we fill up our carts leaving no trace of grace Wasn't there a time we gathered in peace Not for the frenzy but for sweet release A time for kindness, for fireside songs Not just for deals or crowded throngs We bought all the magic but can't seem to find The quiet reflections we left behind Who stole our Christmas? Where did it go Yet somewhere it lingers in whispers and sloughs In giving and kindness through silent mouths They sold it from stores but not from our hearts The real Christmas lives in the simplest parts Who stole Christmas? But maybe not all It's still there in the quiet, a light through the fall We'll find it again in moments that last And return to the meaning we thought had passed What happened to Christmas? Perhaps it's not gone If we pause and remember, it's been here all along Merry Christmas, November