We drive to the countryside in volkswagons and subarus
to raid the fridge for Cabot cheddar cheese and havarti with dill
Our quick trips to Marshalls through frosted streets
result in glorious shopping victories and thrills
Some of us prefer to start the holiday morn
with dark coffee and an egg or two
others hit the cheerios and off they go
for a solitary walk in the New England snow
The wreath needs decorating
Something fragrant and festive is baking
Bundle up now, it'll take at least three
to rearrange the living room and finally,
finally, bring in the tree
In the afternoon we'll await the Smiths
with Fiddler playing in their van and cousins galore
There'll be presents to open and roast for feasting
Music too, for violins, flute, piano, guitar, voices, clarinets and more
After every song is done, over cake and chocolates
We'll sip espresso and tea in beloved earthen mugs
Laughing and speaking of the beautiful times past,
loved ones we miss and famous shut-up sticks,
We'll feel again that warmth of family, together on Christmas, at last.
Merry Christmas, y'all.
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