Holiday Travel
It must be the Christmas holidays planes are grounded again
This time of year presents itself as Groundhog Day, not a question of it but when
The airlines have used every excuse as to why they can't fly
Why don't they come clean, we know the reason why
There is no doubt the skies are closed to allow Santa to test drive a sled
I am sure nobody would complain if this was the story we were fed
The weather office reports a severe storm nearby
The chances of making it home for Christmas are not very good, I think I am going to cry
Not going to give up hope maybe a miracle awaits
An announcement everyone was hoping to hear, flights are resuming the storm starts to abate
The roller coaster ride has finally come to an end
It, 's time to make up with the airlines and call them my friend
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