My Christmas!

Satire, so lighten up!

Sing of all the Christmas s**t I got,

 

There's some groovy stuff here; a LOT!

 

All the talk I hear about friends and family

 

Being what's really important, the way I see

 

It, is such a load!  No, it's how much you spend!

 

I tell it like it is, so if you want to impress, send

 

Lots of nice things, the more expensive the more impressed

 

I'll be; don't worry Uncle Sven, I already guessed

 

You'd be one cheap-a*s relation;

 

Thanks so much for the pajamas; never mind I wanted a PlayStation

 

Yeah, now I'll have sleepwear, until I'm 105!

 

Cause you ALWAYS give me 'practical'; I'm just a kid, buy

 

Me something a kid  might enjoy;

 

Maybe a new bike or some kind of neat toy,

 

Not this 'clothes' crap; all that tells me

 

Is 'no imagination!'; maybe try to see

 

If you can remember what it was like to be eight;

 

You know, back before you considered 6 in the evening to be late!

 

Reviews

[char]

At least you didn't buy it.

[Michael Stevens]

True, Anna!

[Marie]

Poor Uncle Sven. He should have given you a gift card.
But no, he spent hours picking out just the right pajamas; the right colour; the right design--something his nephew could wear proudly to bed.
By Next Christmas maybe he'll have learned....

[Michael Stevens]

It's okay, as Uncle Sven is a felon who shows up every few Christmases!