Hallowed Utterances or Hollow Mutterances?

It's so jolly hanging holly at this hallowed time of year
Always greeting those you're meeting with the sweetest Christmas cheer;
All around you is the sound you are just bound to say and hear:
               "Merry Christmas…Peace on Earth…Good will toward men."

As you vie for things to buy, while still you try for authenticity
And keep hopping with your shopping till you're flopping from hecticity,
This attacking and ransacking leaves you lacking the felicity
               Of "Merry Christmas…Peace on Earth…Good will toward men."

Cuz accrescence of the presents ain't the essence of the season—
Notwithstanding the demanding that's expanding of kids' teasin'—
Nor is singing or bell-ringing or light-stringing yet the reason
               For "Merry Christmas…Peace on Earth…Good will toward men."

Though I bet you won't forget to go in debt for Christmas cards
(Those you'll disburse containing verses written tersely by old bards),
You're forgiven if you've given in to ribbon by the yards;
But before you've spent much more—don't join the corps that disregards
               "Merry Christmas…Peace on Earth…Good will toward men."

                                                         —Anon A. Mouse

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