The smell of freshly made sugar cookies
And the sensation of burning your tongue while sneaking one
Gifts, big and small around the Christmas tree
And not finding your name on any of them
Singing Christmas carols around the fireplace
And realizing you only know the Bart Simpson version of Rudolph the Red Nose Reindeer
Having the joy of watching children open presents
And the agony knowing you will be paying for them for the next three months
Seeing all the beautiful blinking lights through the neighborhood
And pulling over after every house thinking the cops are behind you
Decorating the tree with family
And after all decorations are on, finding out only half the lights are working
Wishing Everyone Peace on Earth and Good Will to Men
And meaning it!
Merry Christmas to all!