Trees covered in garland, usually too much,

Wishing for that day a covering of white,

Waiting for Santa, hoping he had a good flight…

Presents lay under the tree in their wrapping,

Who is that under the tree there napping,

I should not have left bourbon to Santa warm,

He must have melted away, his red suit still lukewarm,

What kind of person is Santa, is he even a human life form…?

This year not a day off from work,

A Sunday Christmas does fall on,

Not even from the job does this holiday give us a perk,

Just another day and night before,

Working on the eve, sleep away the day,

A good time to do my laundry, while everyone is away…

© ed ~ 12/18/05