'tis the season to be holy 'tis the season to be jolly 'tis the season to have fun 'tis the season to be done 'tis the season to feel stress 'tis the season of such duress 'tis the season of such renown 'tis the season to seek ground 'tis the season for the ultimate test 'tis the season to seek final rest
this Christmas, I think, I will grant myself the ultimate gift of Silence