Christmas comes on jingle-bell feet
tinkling all over my morning paper;
but middle-class wolves howl
at my door, lurking and raping my mood.

In a outraged of head-shake denial
and of wondering;
why do I have to think of that now?

When, I've got to get to Big Lots
finish all my x-mas shopping
and arrange a babysitter
for the party tonight.

When, I've got cabin fever
and a howl rising in me!

When, I want to be pretty arm candy
and hold mistletoe kissing contests,
don't burn me now Santa.

The list goes on and on....

until I finally realize;
I need to be more grateful
for my haves, instead of pissed off
about what I haven't got.

If greed is need, then I'm
in pretty sorry shape no
matter the seasons reasons.

Rock-a-by, child of God, rock-a-by.

Do you care?