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Remember X-mas 50 years ago
How many of you remember the use of Merry X-mas from years past?
Here's a poem by Bud Morris, 67 year-old celebrating his birthday today.
For a short bio, check below the poem
Merry X-Mas
© By: Morton C. (Bud) Morris
When I was a child I was reconciled
To Christmas spelled with an "X."
We were all enticed to cross out the Christ
Cause the spelling was less complex.
Now it's downright hard to obtain a card
That acknowledges Christ at all,
Lest His name offend a dissenting friend
Where our greetings are apt to fall.
The Seasonal things that the postman brings
Scarcely say what we celebrate now;
While they never cease to bestow us peace,
They are missing the point somehow.
So I want to say in a friendly way,
Since God sent His Son down to earth;
It’s an awful shame to deny His name,
On the day we exalt His birth.
I have no desire to incite the ire
Of those who reject God’s love,
But to common sense it’s a worse offence
To insult His Son from above;
So I’ll stand up tall and proclaim it all,
From the manger to Calvary;
And if folks object that it’s not correct
They didn't give their lives for me.
Bud was born in 1940 in Oklahoma, and born again into the family of God at a very young age. He was raised in the mid-west and graduated from high School in Paducah, Kentucky. He got a B.A. at Murray State College (Now University) and taught High School Math and Science for a couple of years in Missouri. Bud got an M.D. degree at the University of Illinois and have practiced medicine in Delavan Illinois (Population: 2000) ever since, except for a four year intermission as a Christian missionary in Zambia. My wife, Shirley and I have seven sons and a daughter whom are all godly Christians.
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