Hurry and worry, running out of time
The stress is too much
Losing your mind
Fussing and fretting over lighting display
And sleeping arrangements
For in-laws that stay
Oh what about Bobby? What about Fred?
Is there no relief
From this season of dread?
The list has grown ragged, rewritten a lot
For how often consulted
Lest one be forgot
Trinkets and baubles wrapped in red shiny bows
Silver bells and baking smells
And reindeer with bright shiny nose
Peace to all and good will to men
Was the purpose of this feast
In a time you cant remember when
You dreaded this day least
In quiet now, a day spent alone
No quarrels to mar the occasion
And marvel at how not using the phone
Completes this sweet isolation
Merry Christmas Writer Beat Friends!