Where Is My Invitation?
(C) 2009, Tim Cator
I didn’t get an invitation, but of course
It was my own birthday celebration so I
Just assumed I was invited even though
No one ever told me about a party
It really couldn’t have been a surprise party
Because there’s the same celebration, yearly
The same people, the same time, the same place
Doing the same old thing every single time
No one ever asked me if I wanted a party
Or what kind I wanted if they did throw one
I guess they just assumed I would appreciate
The thought, show up, and celebrate anyway
I wonder if they’d notice if I didn’t show up?
And would they know if I left the party early?
I didn’t know half the people there, nor they, Me,
Because they don’t recognize me in person
No one sang Happy Birthday, baked a cake,
Or wondered of my wish if I blew out the candles
I wondered who the party was really for and
Then mostly what the party was really all about
The angels and I celebrate every time a person
Realizes their need of me and accepts my gift
I don’t do much celebrating at Christmas
I just sit quietly with my Father and wait
Seriously, how does Santa make anyone think of Me?
Why not dress a person like a shepherd or a wise man
And let them ring a bell every time they stop
And help someone in need throughout the year?
Better yet, every Christian just dress for the occasion
And throughout the year do as I did when I was here
Then, at Christmas time get everyone together and
Celebrate the successes with the angels and Me
I gave an invitation, and guess who showed up?
Only those who expected to celebrate by giving,
Wise men who believed what I said and did as I did
And will sit joyously with my Father and Me forever