Bah
With gifts to buy and then to wrap
And cookies needing baking,
The holidays become a trap
Of joy we’re sometimes faking.
We have to follow set routines
To honor our traditions,
But often what that really means
Is life with impositions.
Many love this time of year
And find it fun and merry
But, Scrooge-like as I may appear,
Does it annoy me? Very!
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2023
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