A Tri-Cities' Christmas
It’s a holiday defined by scratch tickets,
Critter Christmas,
Singing happy birthday to Jesus
And blowing the candles out on the pudding
cake.
It’s a holiday defined by late 1:45am beer
runs to Wal-mart.
Countless 5 am talks on my downstairs couch.
Perfect decorations told not to touch,
Even to the two year old who can touch
everything too much,
Except when it’s your heart
No one can get enough
Everything
melts
You forget the stress of holidays
Or shopping haze
And remember what its all about.
It’s a holiday defined by family not the
number of gifts.
It’s a holiday defined by the hellos and
goodbyes
No cousin popularity contest.
It’s a holiday created for good yearly
gossip.
It’s a holiday that brings emotions of
color.
Good bad and ugly until you watch a good
movie
And forget until next October.
It’s a holiday that has made Christmas cards
and television shows seem like they set the tone, but it’s a holiday that is
asking for everyone to create their own,
Traditions and jokes,
Everyone on the deck smokes
The ashtrays are there to show that we care
We don’t hold it back
We give and we give and we give.
We rest and we rest and we rest.
We party and we party and we party.
In Tricities Christmas is defined by the
reindeer at Beaver bark, the uncertainty of snow and running into people you
never expected to see again while buying ham at the store.
It’s a holiday that brings us together.
We learn,
We talk,
We sleep,
And we eat a lot.
We keep traditions while making new
memories.
We talk to those people we wont see until
this time next year.
We love it.
We enjoy it.
We
never destroy it
Because
without Christmas
It would just be like any other lame day this
year
So why not celebrate with all you have,
Have a good Christmas and be thankful today
That you have the ability to say
This ain’t no ordinary day!