I wrote this poem on Christmas day in jail. I pray that it can lift someone’s spirit – Tracey*
The Thief That Stole Christmas
It was the night before Christmas
And all thru the day
Everyone walked around with an attitude
No one had a word to say
They all thought, ‘How can we enjoy ourselves?
How can we even think of this day
While we sit here behind these prison walls
And our freedom has been taken away?’
It was a thief who stole Christmas
That left everyone feeling sad and blue
Then someone shouted, ‘Let’s call on the lord Jesus!
A prayer will help us thru.’
So everyone opened up their hearts
Then they called out the Lord’s name
Then, in that very instant
Everyone’s Christmas was not the same.
Everyone received the most precious gift
Way better than any toy.
They received their gifts inside of their hearts
And it filled them all with joy.
That old Satan the Devil was angry
And said, ‘That this is not how Christmas is supposed to be.
Everyone should be feeling sad and blue,
And thinking only of me!’
So everyone shouted, ‘Get behind me, Satan!
You will not steal our joy today.
We will not open up our hearts or minds,
We will not hear a word you say!’
Then everyone had the most wonderful Christmas
And nothing but joy filled the air.
Then old Satan slowly left the room,
He saw that no one cared.
Tracey*, former inmate
