Peace didn't last,
day after was a blast.
I on my sofa,
a holiday loafer.
My wife prancing forth & back,
some of her family,
she wants to attack.

She and I are loving,
but
some want to be shoving.
I love,
the peace dove,
not interested in the shove.
For me its Christmas bells,
not holiday hells.

But I understand her anger,
try hard not to point my finger.
Her finger is enough,
so I try to hang peace tough.
You don't have to guess,
I'm against the holiday mess,
so I have to positively address.

Forget the negative pretense,
some in both our families
don't make much sense.

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