Dis Duh Season - Poem by Edward Iacona
DIS DUH SEASON
Christmas season now starts well before Halloween
And there’s really not much of a treat or a trick of it.
The stores just put out all the new Christmas décor
Hoping customers would like the first pick of it.
Now we can also be thankful by mid November
We are seasonally right in the thick of it.
The holiday songs, the lights, the beckoning sales,
And displays that show every type of St. Nick of it.
No wonder that by the time Christmas really comes,
Many people by then are just sick of it.
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