The Christmas Blues

Christmas isn’t always so merry
In fact it can be quite weary
Expectations by some
Counter act the love of what’s done
Spirits may fall
By a gift that’s too small
Anger does flare
As we sit and they glare
Oh, to again be a child
Grabbing presents, being wild
I know I used to smile
And the phone I would dial
A merry Christmas to wish
To my uncles, aunts, and sis
And every one was jumping
Because we had got, just, something
We appreciated everything we got
And no one was put on the spot
Not like it is when we’re giving to
An unappreciative pooh-pooh