My Usual Christmas

This Christmas isn't about the greater good,
nor about why it is often misunderstood.
Not about our savior, not about the expense,
not of being perfect, or even making sense.

Mom getting worked up about the holidays
and Dad kicking back and relaxing like always.
My brother simply never caring enough.
And getting everyone a bunch of stuff.

The way I always want it, it never seems to be.
Our Christmas seems half assed to me.
I always used to play with ornaments on the tree.
Decorations make Christmas worth while for me.

Knick Knacks scattered, and colorful lights,
all bring me good feelings from the sights.
Away from the nagging, and all the crap.
Enough about snow making our home a trap.

Just shut up and take it, it's December okay?
This is meant to be a happy, caring, holiday.
Let me be in Kip's arms, that's Christmas for me.
Not silly songs or Santa Cartoons on the T.V.

No, Christmas is about friendships, family, and love,
and don't forget our savior, Jesus, far above.
Giving and getting, fun and less stress,
you don't need everything to impress.

Just give me your love, and make me smile,
and that makes Christmas time worth while.
Forget about them, you're the one making it right.
In front of the warm fire cuddling, hold me tight.