So the holiday season is basically here,
A time supposedly for giving and cheer,
But I’m like the Grinch my heart too small,
I face Christmas with little enthusiasm at all.
Like Scrooge, I am as cold as the winter snow.
I tell the world what I already know.
The season is fleeting and a capital gain,
Most presents purchased are bought in vain,
My family will buy me socks and underwear,
Forced attendance with relatives I can’t bare,
I’ll leave full of potatoes, pie, and turkey,
But would’ve rather been home if it were up to me.