Christmas time is here:
Jovial spirits steer,
As people get in gear
For this special day each year.
Since Halloween’s veneer
Of fear did disappear
In the rear-view mirror
On November’s premiere,
It’s been clear that we’re
In a new holiday frontier
Of Santa and his reindeer –
A 2-month atmosphere
Of living like a mountaineer,
Climbing a slope, steep and sheer,
With anticipation pure,
All the way up to the top tier
Of Christmas day cheer.
From the mountain’s spear,
It’s summit, we now peer:
So let us revere with blessed tear
That, after the repetitive sear
Of the music we hear
Around this time each year,
Freedom is now just one day near!
But as we strive to persevere
Through this finale at the rear
Of the season most dear
To the corporate profiteer,
Let us take a moment sincere
to hold a loved one near,
If they’re from our household’s sphere,
Then raise in their honour a beer,
Or eggnog spiked stronger than beer,
And after this effort to endear,
Suggest our loved one volunteer
To clean the many a-dish smear
That will be supper’s souvenir.
You know who doesn’t mind the holiday clean-up? Raccoons. But there’s no more merriment when Trackoons Are Afoot.
Pollinate:
