Merry Whatever 25 December, 2012 at 4:16 am

As the snow settles on the ground,
And there is good will all around,
I think of the festive Christmas bunny,
And go out to search for eggs while it’s still sunny.

No, wait, that’s not right.

Too many of us in the kitchen,
Making sure there’s nothing missing,
From our pumpkin carvings for all to see,
Which we then place on our tall tall tree.

No, wait, that’s still not right.

As we sit at our feast,
And thank the lord for this delicious beast,
We hope some invisible source,
Will forgive our gorging and rude discourse.

No, wait, that can’t be right.

We tell the kids to look to the sky,
Say thank you and wave goodbye,
To the fat monster that just snuck up to our beds,
And left superficial products and distractions while we rested our heads.

No, wait, tell me that’s not right.

I don’t care what you think,
Where you go or what depths you sink,
But good for you if there’s family around,
And my only hope is that smiles abound.


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