The season's fast approaching, Though I'm trying hard to fight it.
If there's to be a Christmas poem, I wonder who will write it.

I rack my brain for happy thoughts, to put down on my pad,
But everything that comes to mind borders on the sad.

There was a time in history when life was quite a blast.
Now I fully understand "Living in the Past."
 
We used to go to weddings, football games and brunches.
Now we go to funeral homes, and after funeral brunches.
 
We used to have hangovers, from parties that were gay.
Now we suffer body aches to while the night away.

We used to go out dining, and couldn't get our fill.
Now we ask for doggie bags, come home and eat our pills.
 
We used to travel to places near and far.
Now we get sore asses from riding in the car.
 
We used to go to Vegas in the gaiety imbibe.
Now we go to the AZ casino and donate to the Tribe.
 
We used to go out shopping for all new clothes to show.
Now we never bother, there is no place to go.
 
We used to go to taverns and drink a little booze.
Now we stay at home alone and watch the evening news.
 
That, my friend is how it is, And so my tale is told.
If you haven't guessed it, we are just getting old.
 
We used to send out greetings, very warm and true.
Perhaps you won't believe it: It is something we still do.
 
Wishing you and yours a marvelous nineteen ninety-nine
Of Health, Wealth and Happiness from me and mine!