It’s a humble holiday, tucked in between
Christmas and New Year’s, but it’s really keen.
Yeah, things look a little bedgraggled, it’s true
The tree’s a little droopy and no longer new
The movies and music of the Christmas season
Are getting on our nerves now, and we’re seeing no reason
To eat even one more sugary oversweet sweet
It’s time for broccoli and carrots (but maybe hold on the beets)
The pressue for perfection comes off on this day,
The toys have been opened, and it’s come time to play.
And if before we were wearing faux holiday cheer
To blend in with the others and not Scooge-y appear
It’s time now to be genuine, and honest and real
The food banks are empty, people still need a warm meal
The homeless and hungry and jobless and alone
Still need love and caring, still need a home.
So maybe we can celebrate the day after Christmas –
By keeping the spirit of hope alive, we might make that our business.
Happy Boxing Day, my dear hooligan Humoristians! Let’s continue in our conspiracy to spread good will and humorisity in a world desperate for cheer!
Popellina Wingoov Karen I