The candles, the songs,
the shopping and wrongs,
the forgiving the rush,
the rosy red blush
Moved back a month.
Christmas in summer,
Christmas in fall,
Christmas before turkey
Christmas before all
It'd be better I think
to keep the month in it's place
to keep those idiots pink,
from already taking space,
with toys
with banners
with mistletoe delight
I hear the music
I cringe and shout
perhaps its not christmas
hopefully its not out
But sadly I see the commercials for stuff,
sadly I hear, "Jingle bells" huff,
And soon it will come
our snowy holiday,
but this year to some,
Early, without our say |