|It’s holiday time with silver bell chime,
the Salvation pot gets nickel and dime;
holidays are here once again.
Black Friday stampede for bauble and bead,
the I-Pad grab is a dog-eat-dog creed;
so we have to survive these days.
They come upon us quickly,
then all at once they’re here;
there is a lot of push and shove
so the joy can disappear.
The traffic gets bad, some people get sad,
when I need some wrap I’d rather have Glad;
that would help to get through these days.
The specials ring true (there’s more than a few),
if you overdose it changes your view;
we need care to get through these days.
(Once there was this little tree,
a poor weak wooded elf;
but Charlie Brown helped it survive
because he gave of himself.)
The holidays track like a diesel Mack
and sometimes I have a panic attack;
one white pill to get through these days.
A glass of eggnog, another Yule log,
Rudolf’s red nose when they fly through the fog;
Santa’s sleigh to get through these days.
(It landed on my rooftop--
they did a chimney sweep;
he came upon two M & M’s
with all sugarplums asleep.)
The holidays come and we’re all alum
of turkey and ham and apple pie crumb;
there are Tums to help with these days.
And if it’s uphill, instead of a pill
I’ll look for Jack Frost so I can just chill;
It is cool to live through these days.
[Rhythm: 2(10-10-8) (7-6-8-7); repeat] (Lines: 36)
Writer’s Cramp; November 29, 2011
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