They say for every thing there is a season
But it seems to me of late
That for each thing we must name a reason
And for each of those, a date.
As we sprint towards the end of this year
And call it the season of joy,
We look ever forward to beginning next year
With a stash of new-fangled toys.
November we worked ourselves into thanksgiving,
The season of giving and thanks,
Which quickly gives way to consumer living,
And putting a strain on our bank.
Well I say goodbye to seasons having dates!
Why must we limit each other?
Let’s break out of this rut and live better with fate
Becoming generous with our brother,
And maybe just then we will all realize
That living this way is poor
Instead if you want to live full to the prize
Your spirit can open that door.