This is your brain on Christmas

This is your brain, any given day,

When the sun shines bright or the sky is gray,

January, November, July, June, or May,

But this is your brain on Christmas…

You wake up in the morning, at half past two,

And make lists of all you have to do.

Shopping, baking, and caroling, too.

This is your brain on Christmas.

Off to the market, something feels strange,

List will do no good left on the home range.

Can’t pass the red kettle without dropping some change,

This is your brain on Christmas.

You think of the people that make your life sing,

And rush to the store to buy last minute things,

Carols are blasted, who doesn’t love Bing?

This is your brain on Christmas.

At home there are so many memories to make,

Sewing and wrapping makes any back ache.

At times you feel as fruity as cake.

This is your brain on Christmas.

There are halls to be decked, no if’s, and’s or but’s,

Stuffed reindeer antlers to be tied on our mutts,

We all pray for snow, are we really nuts?

This is your brain on Christmas.

You dig out Grandma’s recipe

These certainly aren’t low calorie!

Kids don’t like them?  More for me.

This is your brain on Christmas.

Wrapping presents in the wee hours of night,

Better hide them!  Kids peek?  They might!

Lock that basement door up tight.

This is your brain on Christmas.

Stockings hung waiting for when Santa drops in,

Cookies set out, each pulled from a tin,

Put out carrots, too, for Rudolph and kin,

This is your brain on Christmas.

Waking up early the big day is expected,

Look at the pile of paper collected!

Installing batteries is more than perfected.

This is your brain on Christmas.

In-laws, out-laws, all that are able,

Gather closely like folks in a Bethlehem stable.

Kids eat dinner on a folding card table.

This is your brain on Christmas.

We sing louder in church without caring,

We speak kindly to strangers, how daring.

We reach out to others by giving and sharing.

This is your brain on Christmas.

We bundle in cold, we snuggle near fire,

We look at fellow man, and admire,

We send praises to beings so very much higher,

This is your brain on Christmas.

Whether belief in Christmas you share,

Or if Chanukah, Kwanza, or nothing’s your flair,

You have to admit there’s something in the air,

This is your brain on, well, something.

I wish from the bottom of my heart so dear,

For all to bottle this feeling of love and cheer,

And spread it around throughout the year,

(but maybe without the snow?)

This is, thankfully, my brain on Christmas.