I do love Christmas because
It's so imperfect, you see.
All the plans and thoughts I've had
Get jumbled up as they can be.
At my 'perfect' Christmas dinner party
Aunt Tillie tipped over her wine.
I burned the roast, the potatoes were cold
But the guest thought - all was fine.
The 'perfect' sweaters I did buy
Did not fit - no not one.
The toys I got for the kids
They did not think they were fun.
But each New Year I start once again
Planning that 'perfect' holiday.
But I think that will never ever happen
So I'll just enjoy Christmas day.
