Christmas

Christmas is the season that I'll never like
A pile of gifts maybe even a bike
The thoughts of cookies and eggnog spiked
Cinnamon cider with an extra bite
It seems like the lights and credit have left us all
Blind to the reason were supposed to be kind
Get your heads out of your asses and look at the real meaning
now its the feeling of warm cookies and lil kids screaming
kids who can't sleep at night
worried that they will miss the action at night
Out at the farm we get away
from all the commotion that comes with this day
when you fail to see us don't dismay
it's the years of nonsense that's driven us away.
Mother is watching so keep your manners in line
the turkey is cooking you'll be fine.

Silent at night