Christmas day is over
The gifts are all unwrapped,
My patience now is wearing thin,
My energy is sapped;
Someone isn't happy
'Bout the presents that he got -
'You know I don't like such and such -
This brand is simply not
The one that I am used to'.......
You'd think I would have known,
No matter that I haven't bought
Your clothes since you've been grown!
A little understanding
Would be asking for too much?
I realize our tastes don't match
And we've grown out of touch;
It's called the generation gap,
It widens every year -
Some day your kids will wonder why
The things YOU buy are queer,
So just be happy that you got
Anything at all -
I could have bought you fruitcake
Or a fuzzy Elmo doll!
And now it's time for me to cry,
It really is a crime
That every bloody holiday
I spend my last red dime
Trying to please everyone -
My check book is a mess,
My credit cards are all maxed out,
My nerves are shot from stress;
Next year will be different
When Christmas time is near -
I'll fly off to Hawaii,
Soak up sun and drink some beer!
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