Verbal Visions

That Same Old Christmas

That Same Old Christmas

I'm sick of that same old Christmas
Still like the ones in days of yore
Where the fake tree hovers, and flocked snow covers
It falls, like dandruff to the floor.

I'm sick of that same old Christmas
The blinking lights burning my eyes,
Tacky ornaments made with Modge Podge
And my clothes going up one dress size.