It's All Over But The Crying

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!

by Linda Ori

Comments (2)

This is delightful, Linda. A very witty and well written expression of the disappointment we have all felt from time to time feel when the present we bought doesn't quite 'work'. I tend to lie and reward kindness and generosity. Others seem to prefer candor to diplomacy. Ho Hum. Your solution to the whole complicated process sounds great to me. Super poem, once again. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
realize our tastes don't match And we've grown out of touch; It's called the generation gap, It widens every year -........................simply a wonderful poem as we lose ourselves by the vision of our offspring, yet it happens to happen even ever growing by change of time yet unstoppable in newfangled that may baffles us as we seem to be far behind by their newness, most universal feeling by generation gap, i do enjoy the way you put your theme, most ingenious,10++, thanks for sharing