Thursday, December 22, 2005
A Christmas Poem
A Dysfunctional Christmas Volume 1
For most Christmas is a time
To spread joy and cheer
But that is not the case
For a guy like me this year
I’m left with many questions
From the year that has come and passed
I go searching for the answers
At the bottom of a whiskey glass
But when I get to the bottom
Of that tasty little treat
I only seem to have more questions
Laying at my feet
Where have I been?
And What Did I do?
I did what at that Christmas party?
I made out with who?
So as Christmas comes a calling
I’ll hold my head up high
And pray the person I kissed
Doesn’t turn out to be a guy
Many things about Christmas
Leave me red in the face
And since you are still reading
I’ll give you a little taste
Searching for the popular toy
That’s on your child’s list
Is something that can make you
More than a little pissed
You will fight with other parents
And you’ll probably overpay
Just to make them smile
When they open it on Christmas Day
But then something will happen
That will make you really hot
Your ex will get her a puppy
And your gift will go for not
You’ll spend all day with people
You can’t stand the rest of the year
You wear a cheesy fake smile
And tell them things they want to hear
The things that you tell them
Couldn’t be farther from the truth
But you probably shouldn’t tell them
You’d rather be hanging by a noose
That isn’t Christmas Spirit
You should be the better man
Even though you want to introduce them
To the back side of your hand
The one thing that will save me
This year on Christmas day
Is that after Christmas Dinner
I can drink the night away
My face will light up with joy
Brighter than the North Star
As I sing Christmas carols
With Jack Daniels at the bar
When I was a younger lad
I could never figure out why
The bar was the only thing open
In the whole town Christmas night
But now that I am older
And have gone through this hellacious year
I am glad the bar is open
To serve me lots of beer
It helps me to forget
The problems that I face
There’s no where I’d rather be
Than in this friendly place
I’m saddened by the fact
This poem is coming to a close
I really enjoyed telling you
How much my life really blows
But I can’t end it like that
It really wouldn’t be fair
I should end it on a happy note
So good tidings I shall share
So if you’re feeling stressed
About Christmas this year
I have some sound advice
You just might want to hear
Wear a smile on your face
For worse or for better
Even if you’re gift
Is just a crappy sweater
Because Christmas will be gone
Just like every year that has passed
And jolly Old Saint Nick
Can kiss your hairy ass!
For most Christmas is a time
To spread joy and cheer
But that is not the case
For a guy like me this year
I’m left with many questions
From the year that has come and passed
I go searching for the answers
At the bottom of a whiskey glass
But when I get to the bottom
Of that tasty little treat
I only seem to have more questions
Laying at my feet
Where have I been?
And What Did I do?
I did what at that Christmas party?
I made out with who?
So as Christmas comes a calling
I’ll hold my head up high
And pray the person I kissed
Doesn’t turn out to be a guy
Many things about Christmas
Leave me red in the face
And since you are still reading
I’ll give you a little taste
Searching for the popular toy
That’s on your child’s list
Is something that can make you
More than a little pissed
You will fight with other parents
And you’ll probably overpay
Just to make them smile
When they open it on Christmas Day
But then something will happen
That will make you really hot
Your ex will get her a puppy
And your gift will go for not
You’ll spend all day with people
You can’t stand the rest of the year
You wear a cheesy fake smile
And tell them things they want to hear
The things that you tell them
Couldn’t be farther from the truth
But you probably shouldn’t tell them
You’d rather be hanging by a noose
That isn’t Christmas Spirit
You should be the better man
Even though you want to introduce them
To the back side of your hand
The one thing that will save me
This year on Christmas day
Is that after Christmas Dinner
I can drink the night away
My face will light up with joy
Brighter than the North Star
As I sing Christmas carols
With Jack Daniels at the bar
When I was a younger lad
I could never figure out why
The bar was the only thing open
In the whole town Christmas night
But now that I am older
And have gone through this hellacious year
I am glad the bar is open
To serve me lots of beer
It helps me to forget
The problems that I face
There’s no where I’d rather be
Than in this friendly place
I’m saddened by the fact
This poem is coming to a close
I really enjoyed telling you
How much my life really blows
But I can’t end it like that
It really wouldn’t be fair
I should end it on a happy note
So good tidings I shall share
So if you’re feeling stressed
About Christmas this year
I have some sound advice
You just might want to hear
Wear a smile on your face
For worse or for better
Even if you’re gift
Is just a crappy sweater
Because Christmas will be gone
Just like every year that has passed
And jolly Old Saint Nick
Can kiss your hairy ass!
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I should point a couple things about this poem..
1.) the guy works at sandhills...which means yes he had plenty of time to write it at work
2.) he writes one every year
3.) he's from ogallala which helps explain a lot.
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1.) the guy works at sandhills...which means yes he had plenty of time to write it at work
2.) he writes one every year
3.) he's from ogallala which helps explain a lot.
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