Holidays Are Thought-Fests
Idn’t it funny
How we all
Seem to climb
Our way, each,
Out of our mor-
Onic trances.
What a ludic-
Rous species
Indeed. If for
No other rea-
Son than to
Relieve our-
Selves just in
Time for our
Deaths. There
Are studies
On this, pro-
Bobably so
Profound
They’ve
Failed to
Begin.
Bobably,
It occurs
To me
Should be
The perfect
Name for this
Climbing out of.
The angel at the
Top of the Xmas
Tree. (Oh and
I love the X
of Xmas. It
Reminds me
Of Jesus and
His cross and
Me and mine.
Sure, there are
Idiots out there
Who think the
X completely
Eradicates the
Holiday alto-
Gether. I
Mean sheesh!
What it truly
Gives us all —
Well, me &
Jesus anyway —
Is something
To mull over.
And I ask you,
Frankly, when’s
A regular occas-
Ion to party NOT
Something to
Really think
Hard on. It’s
Inevitable.
Oh, and here’s
Another line.
Whoopie!
Idn't it all
Just another
Bring-together time
To wax sardonic
And such. Over
Every miserable
Line and such.
(I don't suppose
Miserable is a
Mandatory, but
Don’t fail to
ponder that
People do tend
To drink. A lot.
When’s the
Next one,
You guys?
Let’s just
Get it start-
Ed early for
Pete’s sake.
Oh.... And
About that
Pete fella....
