Are you wearing Xmas stockings?
With a holly wreath
motif
Along those long
festive garlands
How I wish to trace
each leaf
Along each luscious
limber leg
An ascent exquisitely
brief
To reach the Christmas
gift
Beyond the holly
wreath motif
Are you wearing Xmas stockings?
With a holly wreath
motif
Along those long
festive garlands
How I wish to trace
each leaf
Along each luscious
limber leg
An ascent exquisitely
brief
To reach the Christmas
gift
Beyond the holly
wreath motif
I don’t like the shortened form
Of Christmas, it’s not
quaint
I dislike it because
Xmas sounds
Like some kind of skin
complaint
Don’t look backwards, merely
Half-heartedly and
insincerely
Remember those
Christmas’s clearly
And remember the
people dearly
When you are in a long-term relationship
On Birthdays,
Valentines, and Anniversaries
Your normally rational
other halves
Turn into fire
breathing adversaries
And those once happy
and joyous occasions
Become life and death
quests to test us
To see if we can find
the perfect present
And that goes double
for Christmas
Down at the shopping mall
There’s a lot of
bustle and fuss
As the registers ring
its beginning
To cost a lot like
Christmas
They say that it’s the thought that counts
Rather than the size
of the gift
But if you decided to
give everyone your
Opinion in lieu they might
be miffed
We lost the true meaning of Christmas
Almost from the start
It’s become about
what’s in your pocket
And not what's in your
heart