Christmas, Chrisrmas, it’s never free,
Tho I pray to the saints that be.
It’s so sad,
But not all bad.
I don’t have to put up a tree.
But dining alone is the shits.
It’s enough to give one the fits.
Just do your best,
And get some rest.
And that will be the best it gets
In my younger days
It was all the craze.
To shop til you drop
And never ever stop
But I’ve had to change my ways..
At least there’s no shopping any more
No going around from store to store.
It’s too frantic for me
As I’m old don’t you see.
And I’m so tired right down to the core
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