merry & bright.

'tis the season to be jolly
so i guess i shall give it a go
i'll succumb to all festive folly
wear ugly sweaters
loiter near mistletoe
i'll get smashed, like a car
that's crashed into a trolley
screech carols, roast chestnuts
throw snow,
so pass me the punchbowl, by golly
because 'tis not the season for woe.