The Twelve Days of Happy Holidays
THE TWELVE DAYS OF HAPPY HOLIDAYS
In days gone by when the wordld was much younger
Kids played football in the streets
And for celebration had very simple treats.
People had a more limited possessions-hunger.
Gifts were graceful with beauty.
Now they are plastic and practical :
Their appeal is less spiritual, more electrical -
With batteries included (heavy duty).
No more partridges in a pear tree.
What about five golden rings?
Forget them . . . . . bring me bling !
And printer cartridges (buy the pair, one free).
Singing the sectarian “Merry Christmas” is out these days.
The “endangered-species” people would find absurd
The former four-calling-birds being heard.
So we have a song-free politically-correct “Happy Holidays”.
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