Is It About That Time Already Again
One stormy evening dark and dreary-
I sat alone all bleary eyed and weary-
drinking my beer when what did I hear
but a rat-a-tap tapping at my door.
Away to the window I flew like a flash
pulled back the curtain and peeked through the sash,
and what to my amazement came into sight
but an impish little brat-
so laden with goodies-
that I knew in a flash-
it must be Halloween night.
I took one last swig on my can of beer
then opened the door to chase him away
when instantly he was gone and in his place
stood a miniature sleigh and eight tiny rain deer.
Then I stood amazed as they flew into space
for I couldn’t believe-
that already again it could be Christmas Eve.
What happened to Thanksgiving?
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