Day has arrived
in all its glory
time to be merry
or that’s the story
Presents are opened
stockings taken down
only smiles in sight
never a frown
Dinner is served
eaten in full
nap on the couch
that seems to be the rule
One day a year
to be merry it seems
filled with food
laughter and dreams
Maybe being merry
should be every day
wouldn’t the world
be better off that way