Merry Christmas

And now another year has come and passed

Sometimes the time just flies by too fast

It seems that Christmas is already here

And that means 2011 is drawing quite near

But I must say I can no longer withhold

All the Christmas presents that are getting old

Books are boring

Legos are lame

And video games are all simply the same

Money's just money

iTunes is toast

Candy and chocolate are pretty darn gross

CDs are silly

And clothes are cruddy

Pocketknives and such will just make my hands bloody

Electronics are evil

And trinkets are trashy

And anything else is too horribly flashy

So you may be asking what on earth do I want?

Well I don't toys, knickknacks or nice restaurants

There's simply only one thing that'll suffice

And that's a Mom who's loving and nice

No Xbox will ever make me lunch every day

No album will care for me when I'm not okay

No Nikes will ever wash all my things

No toy can make creases that a lasting smile brings

So here's to you Mom

The best present yet

And the only one I actually hope that I get

So I wrote you this poem so you'd always know

Merry Christmas Mom, and that I love you so.