The birth of Jesus.
A new year.
A new dawn.
A new era.
We sing our carols,
And give our cheer,
And gather with family,
To greet the new year.
But no one really cares for those things,
No, we don't care a bit.
For this time isn't for those things,
It's for what we get out of it.
We don't care for much,
We just want gifts.
Because Christmas means nothing.
People don't care for it.
They just want a new phone.
That's all they want.
That's it.
Bruh I hate this poem so much XD
