All I can see are decorations
hence no need for speculations
"tis the season," as it were
the shopping mall's a frenzied blur.
My family all want to know
just what I want so they can go
and spend my money on some things:
Oh the joy that Christmas brings!
The tree's pressed up against my couch
the only place I get to slouch
the angel's looking right at me
and I can't see the damn tv.
My whole routine is out of whack
my face is pale my jaw is slack
another pageant at the school
and I've become a drooling fool.
Soon enough they'll all troop in
my mom-in-law will want a gin
my uncle doesn't like my dad
my nephew talks like Gallahad.
Please let me make just one request
"get out of here you little pest
and don't let mommie see those tears,"
could Christmas come every two years?
[This message has been edited by Roy Hamilton (edited December 12, 2007).]
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