Christmas
At the last Month of the Year,
When the birthday of Christ is near,
Every Kid talks of Santa,
Yet the fireworks are always louder.
Blue and White Collar workers seek vacation
From Employers, with skilful persuasion.
The mood in offices is lighter,
Yet the fireworks are always louder
Every music shop becomes Christian
As an anthology of Christmas hymns they maintain.
Traveling Expenses go higher,
Yet the fireworks are always louder
Exchange of Gifts is at its Peak,
Sadist Bosses turn meek,
So Cold is the weather,
Yet the fireworks are always louder
On the Special twenty-fifth,
The fireworks take a pinnacle lift.
Kids about their gifts incessantly chatter,
Yet the fireworks are always louder.
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