The Holidays
The holidays are not the same
As when I was a kid,
When every year we did exactly
What we always did.
The relatives who gathered
Were the ones who always showed,
With favorite recipes prepared
In nana/grandma mode.
No one was on vacation
Or unable to attend
And you hung out with your cousins,
Couldn’t FaceTime with a friend.
Alas, today, the world has changed
And so we must adjust,
Accepting that the way things were
Has somehow bit the dust.
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