When it’s Christmas time in the city,
And everyone is quite giddy,
I have to hire someone to set up my tree.
Unfortunately, no one will do it for free.
With my tiny arms restricting my spirit,
And with decorative snow so acrylic,
I despise the holidays.
I want to set this tree ablaze.
I can’t reach the top,
So the lights look like a flop.
This tinsel is so unnecessary;
It makes me very weary.
These ornaments leave me hopeless.
Christmas is bogus.