The holidays are fun, the holidays are amusing, the holidays are cute, but they’re also confusing…

Twinkling lights strung ‘round each and every bush; a meal of turkey, ham, and Mother’s potatoes mush…

Candied canes of white and red; pine needles in my shoes, hair, and Uncle’s bed…

But oh are they grand, fun and so yummy; I like the way my Granddad’s cracker stuffing fills up my tummy…

The tidings may be happy, the tidings may be bright; I find it odd that Brother’s pants never fit quite right…

So lend a hand to a fellow jolly man, his name may be Santa but I simply call him: Friend…?