Xmas

Many become somber

For this sanguine time of year

Be it money woes

Or mistletoes

There are many things to fear

 

Once the bells start jingling

And the gifts have been afforded

The baking smells

And family hells

Your mind can turn quite morbid

 

You plaster on a smile

And recite your season’s greetings

And the bits of joy

That do deploy

Are at best mild and fleeting

 

So add rum to the egg nog

And wrap those presents tight

And hope and pray

This special day

Won’t break into a fight