By: Frank Pierce
As Christmas gets closer and closer, I am reminded of a poem I wrote a year or two ago. It goes like this:
I turned the corner and ran so fast
It's a Christmas with the Fam
Just as I had in many years past
It's a Christmas with the Fam
To see the presents under the tree
To know that most were just for me
It made me smile with so much glee
'Tis a Christmas with the Fam
Off to grandpa and grandma's place
It's a Christmas with the Fam
We knew indeed we had to race
It's a Christmas with the Fam
With aunts and uncles and all the rest
We knew that it would be the best
To be our grandparents' very first guest
It's a Christmas with the Fam
I opened my first gift and what did I see
It's a Christmas with the Fam
A package of underwear or two or three
It's a Christmas with the Fam
I knew I had not asked for this
To have gotten a dog would have been
Such bliss
But instead I got undies and a big wet
Kiss
It's a Christmas with the Fam
My cousins were very mad over it all
It's a Christmas with the Fam
"Hey, this is the wrong kind of Barbie
Doll!"
It's a Christmas with the Fam
To hear my cousins whine and scream
To look at them cause a gigantic scene
For my favorite gift to be a pair of jeans
'Twas definitely a Christmas with the
Fam
