Scrooge

I'm disgruntled this morning,

No Christmas bliss;

What used to be fun,

Is somehow amiss;

The hustle, the bustle,

I'm now in the dumps;

Who cares about Santa,

and his reindeer chumps;

The pressure, the tension,

I want to scream;

Be glad when it's over,

This nightmarish dream;

I know we must think,

He's the reason for the season;

but, what I can see,

It's not he, that we're pleasin;

Why can't we just do,

What we all want to do;

To the rest, say BAH! HUMBUG!,

Won't do it, I'm through;

I know I'll get over,

This cranky ole state;

Today's view, is quite fleeting,

It's passing, I'll wait;

Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays,

Who gives a crap;

The money we spend ,

All those presents to wrap;

All the time that it took,

Putting under the tree;

In seconds, it's over,

What a mess there will be;

Where is my spirit,

Where did it go;

I have always, loved Christmas,

But, this one thing, I know;

It's lost it's innocents,

The simplicity of youth;

We said Merry Christmas,

and said it in truth,

No, feelings of pressure,

Like those of today;

Just wonderment of Santa,

His reindeer and sleigh;

I want it back,

The excitement and joy;

I hate being grown up,

dealing with things, that annoy;

I want to be happy,

and have lots of fun;

I'll go back in time,

In my mind, till it's done;

I want to say MERRY CHRISTMAS!,

and say it with glee;

MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL,

Even Ebenezer and me.