Merry Christmas
The church bells tolled
In the steeple,
Loud and shrill,
'Midst the avalanche of people;
The choir on the corner
Sang of angels, babes, and sugar plums
While shoppers, at wits end,
Swore that they should never have come.
Someone said, "Merry Christmas,"
The answer, "Yeah, right";
Brother, you've got to be a maniac
To combat the crowds tonight;
The bells keep ringing,
Will someone turn them off?
I'd rather be lazing by the fire
In my comfy, toasty loft.
Merry Christmas?
I'll scream if I hear that again!
The toy store line is a mile long
And I am froze to the skin;
Carolers, be quiet!
I can't hear myself think:
Let's see: if I work overtime all year,
I can afford the new kitchen sink.
Merry Christmas?
What's "merry" about it?
If I don't get that hefty bonus,
I'll have a debilitating fit!
Here I stand,
Frozen and bruised,
I could use something "merry"
Before I explode a fuse.
I admit, the shining lights
Are appealing to me,
And that dancing snowman
Is really funny;
There is a star
Atop the bank Christmas tree,
It blends with the dark, winter sky,
It's a sight to see!
As I behold the Christmas wonder,
I smile;
I feel warm, secure, and blessed,
With a new vigor, a new style;
I wish I could stay this way
All year long;
When I am perturbed,
I'll sing a holiday song.
"Merry" is what we need
After the trees are gone;
When the frigid winds howl,
We will carry on;
"Merry" is more
Than holiday cheer;
It'll make every day Christmas
Throughout the year.
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