My relatives have left for other places
And I admit, for half an hour, or more
I enjoyed the noise and happy faces,
But sighed relief after shutting up my door.
My wife loves Christmas, wishes it would stay;
She says, "Christmas comes but once each year!"
(Pick up the gifts and things and go on your way.)
We'll see ourselves into the coming year;
The turkey and the ham leftovers lie,
For midnight snacking when the worlds' asleep.
I have sheltered one last blueberry pie,
And ice cream on its crusted top to heap.
Christmas comes but once a year, 'tis true,
But I would rather be alone at home with you.