Each year I say
No way, no way
I’ll get those lights out
Again, no way
And then I start
And get into
So much trouble
I’ll tell you
When half are up
They look so nice
And then I finish
And I spy
A couple bulbs are out and they
Are just the start of where my troubles lay
The Santa who’s waving
Is up in smoke
And my Manger scene
It’s is a joke
Because Jesus is blinking
The hay caught fire
Each year these light
Just raise my ire
Yes next year I do swear
I’ll be an atheist
Yule see, Yule see
By Ronald Gainsford
© 2000 Ronald Gainsford
BY RGAI
