Christmas
Day is quiet –
Traffic’s light and stores are shuttered.
All the hype preceding it
Has fizzled out and puttered.
Traffic’s light and stores are shuttered.
All the hype preceding it
Has fizzled out and puttered.
Families
turn inward
And the only revenues
For the restaurants and movies
Are provided by the Jews.
And the only revenues
For the restaurants and movies
Are provided by the Jews.
If
you took all the Sundays
And you rolled them in a ball,
They might finally rival Christmas –
It’s the quietest of all.
And you rolled them in a ball,
They might finally rival Christmas –
It’s the quietest of all.
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