When I was young, the holidays
Were filled with fun and food.
We spent the day with relatives,
All in a happy mood.
At least, that’s how it seemed to me -
My cousins and my brothers
Enjoyed the time we got to spend
Just hanging with the others.
Of course, I never thought of
What the grown-ups had to say -
The cleaning and the cooking
And rambunctious kids - Oy vey!
The hours in the temple
Followed by a home-made meal
And perhaps there were resentments,
Some unable to conceal.
Then the clean-up and the travel
As exhaustion staked its claim.
Still, the warm embraces reaffirmed
That all were glad they came.
Today I am the grown-up
And my eyes are opened wide
As I view the coming holidays
From the much-less magic side.
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