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Christmas at Grandma’s
over the river and the thru the woods
it’s damn cold out here even with our hoods
the horse knows the way but he tends to sway
if he drops we won’t be getting away.

next year I will get a two horse sled
it’s not fun with one horse almost dead
so we jingle the bells  and secure the straps   
laughing all the way with some  peppermint schnapps.

oh what fun it is to ride to grandma’s house we go
bringing lots of  gifts and a ho ho ho
hope she tossed out her old ragged apron
had to be worn during  the Magellan exploration

joy to the world we are finally getting here
came with  crackers and some silent night beer
few sips of that and you’re out for the night
too bad, you won’t see Rudolph so bright

oh come all ye faithful  to the big hearty dinner
stuffing is homemade , grandma’s  prize  winner
cranberry sauce running over the sides of my plate
hope when the turkey is carved it won’t deflate.

Hark the angels, the food is being served
grandma sure knows how to stay well preserved
so many years we travel the path  for yuletide
we don’t see her often enough due to the great divide.

well dinner is over and the bird won’t  squawk no more
looks like it stepped on a mine before hitting the floor
we gathered around the same old rustic tree
must have been made during the war at sea.

Gifts were passed out and grandma served the eggnog
had to be spiked, felt I was in a fog
the walls were rotating with visions of strobe lights
the tabernacle chorus sang Halleluiah & O’ Holy night.

this was the most wonderful visit all these years
I snuck out with three bottles of her secret cheers
grandma, thank you for the wonderful time
we’ll be back  next year  with another rhyme

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