These Are the Holidays

These are the Holidays People are running to the stores. No parking spaces in the parking lots The stores are filled with fools. Spending their money on everything. No tables no i pods no games. No beer no chips no hams. Traffic is jammed on the roads. People yelling "get out of my way you A**HOLE" The ground is covered in white Kids are sliding down the hill some are throwing snowballs. Now these are the holidays. Gifts on the floor. No tapes no wrapping paper no name tags. Ham is burnt no ice for the drinks. The eggnog is gone to the cats. O what fun these holidays bring. The mailman brings some gifts and a hand full of bills. The phone rings it's the bank.Your account is overdrawn. It's back to the car and to the store returning uncles joe's shirt. THESE ARE THE HOLIDAYS MY FRIENDS> MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL