X-mas

Insofar as the US goes, if you can complain about religious persecution over the airwaves, you're not really being persecuted. If you can, without a blush, give a call to arms against the "war on Christmas," you have no idea what war is.

I hear, and every year, about a war
That’s waging over Christmas, and the means
To be overtly Christian, having scenes
That put a baby Jesus to the fore
Residing in a park, or any place
The public have to see it.  Though it’s all,
As legal battles go, a worthy brawl,
And slightly interesting, when the pace
Of all the high debate is given news,
I’ve quickly found I don’t know how to care.
I fear we’re very much too unaware
Of all the persecuted, for the views
That in another land will land them dead,
While we complain o’er Jesus, and his bed.