Unless you make it Christmas, likely it won’t be.
For it is just a day, as far as you can see.
You’re well aware you like the atmosphere it brings,
You do not like the crowds, but smile as carols sing.
You do not like debating just what you should buy,
And then, push come to shove, you do not even try.
For Christmas is just what you think you have to do;
And you’re immensely glad when all of that is through.
Oh, yes, you smile a lot—that’s something that’s required;
But often wonder whether it had been desired.
But then, when sending Christmas cards, decision plays
On whether they should say “Happy Holidays.”
That isn’t fair—to you, the day, the time, the theme.
That latter point should give your eyes a happy gleam!
© Richard Williams