The Christmas feeling
Every year, around this time
A certain feeling swells of mine
Like a rugby ball stuck in the gut
A Christmas shell explodes and cuts
December 1st, plan a list
Of all the things you hate entwined
Gifts, toys, you know the score
Dec 12th, what a bore
Surely music can help bring the feeling
But a random playlist leaves me reeling
Old crooners return to haunt
While old Scrooges intrude and scorne
The relatives bang at the door
Seemingly for days or more
Waiting to be let in
When the hoard is enough, it's time to begin
An impending clock ticks inscrutably
A forboding tone swings knowingly
As the day arrives regardless
Of a christmas feeling, so heartless