Afterwards, eating dinner, drinking beer or pop or wine,
Playing cards or charades or balderdash or with the computer
Maybe watchin' a little football or a video tape.
And everybody talking to everybody in small and large groups.
Nothing huge happened.
No big drunken fights or
Gigantic orgies of joy
When Santa descended.
Just hangin' out,
Opening presents,
Eating way too much,
And having a good time.
Everyone's been together long enough now
To know where everyone's rough edges are.
A lot of them have been smoothed out over time.
And the rest...well, they rest at Christmas.
When I was a little guy, Christmas ended
About when the colored paper got thrown away
And I retreated to my room to play with my toys.
Back to the normal day-to-day world, but now with MORE STUFF!
Now, when I have to drive home from aways away,
And seeing the fam is not so easy,
And I don't feel like I have to prove so much
To prove I belong with them or to myself.
Christmas starts now about 3 days before,
When I get home.
And ends during the drive through Illinois
After visiting Alan and Jack.
Maybe it's not so intense, but it's a hell of lot better
To feel like part of the world, part of the fam
Than to feel like holding myself apart.
Christmas is a better time now
Than it was when I was a kid.
Dunno if about all that Christian stuff --
But having an excuse to see everyone
And to be more or less nice to them
Is a good thing in my book.
Merry Christmas and all that shit.
(it's not all sweetness and light, but it's still cool...)