Sir, I want to buy these shoes for my Mama, please
It’s Christmas Eve and these shoes are just her size
Could you hurry, sir, Daddy says there’s not much time
You see she’s been sick for quite a while
And I know these shoes would make her smile
And I want her to look beautiful if Mama meets Jesus tonight
– “Christmas Shoes” by NewSong
Excuse me, son, but what is your problem?
If your mother is dying tonight, why the Sam Hill aren’t you at her bedside savoring your last moments together instead of standing in line at JC Penney buying shoes? And if she’s bedridden, what does she need your stupid shoes for? And do you really think when she kicks the bucket, Jesus is going to look down on her corpse and say “Whoa! Nice shoes!”
I’m not a very sentimental fellow.