Coma for The Holidays

As the time between Christmas and New Years drags by

And you’ve opened you gifts and you’ve ate all the pie

And you’ve cleaned out your junk drawer and counted your change

And you’ve sung every note that you know in your range

And you’ve twiddled your thumbs and the thumbs of your friends

And you’ve read every book that your library lends

And you’ve watched every Netflix and Blockbuster show

And you whipped up a cake; and ate all of the dough

Well just when you think gosh time must have gone by

You look up at the sun and it’s 12 o’clock high

Then all of a sudden, you’re whacked on the head

Sending you into a coma (not dead)

It’s something that’s certainly glum and morose

But is it really that bad spending time comatose?

As the time between Christmas and New Year’s drags by

You’ll say wake me at New Year’s . . . no wait that’s a lie

(you might as well profit from events gone awry)

On second thought . . . make that the Fourth of July

Until next time . . . I love you