Here comes Christmas with those jingly hats
Bonking in your eye as it springs by.
And the wailing of those special little brats
"Mommy, Daddy..I don't want that!
I want a electronic game
not snakes and ladders, that's lame."

And the fashionably challenged teens.
"like omg, do you really think I'll wear that"
"yeah man, those are not phat
just give me your credit card
I won't go over your limit, Daddy.

It's Christmas eve, the snow lightly falling
Gayly wrapped presents under the fake tree
Poppa and I sit in our loungers
And throw back a beer or two.

It's a few minutes to twelve as we stumble out the door
to midnight mass and mumbled thanks.
As the bells of Santa's reindeer's jingle overhead
we look up and wonder why. What is this yellow stuff
falling from the sky?