O Holy Crap...
'Tis three nights before Christmas, and nothing is new
I live in East Nowhere, I'm also a Jew
The Hannukah shopping, while stressful, was fun
There are people still giftless, I'm not close to done.
The family's bustling with all sorts of knowledge,
Todd's baby's a girl, Adam got into college
With the empty of wallets and waves of a wand,
I'm soon headed off for two weeks 'cross the pond.
All my conference work's done, which is really bizarre,
I came home, crushed, sardine-like, in Erica's car
The weather held out which was totally groovy
There wasn't an ice storm (though that's a good movie).
I've gotten in touch with some folks from the past,
Catching up, hearing stories, it's all such a blast
To hear who is engaged, who's had children and such,
In the years since I've seen them, I've missed oh so much.
The respite is welcome from work I've found boring
I return to the projects I had been ignoring.
But silence is sad, through the halls there's no ringing
when there's no-one at home to subject to my singing.
I find myself missing the Pub's buzzing lights,
My housemates' strange music at strange times of night,
The laundry machines making mincemeat of towels,
and dinner at Bates making worse of my bowels.
I miss Cabaret! And my old fake sorority!
I miss Andrews Court! I miss Vocal Minority!
I miss Daniel Stein, I miss CS 211
I miss Annalee, Adgie and Sarah and Devin!
Sure, at home, my room's bigger, there's more room to dance
(And I can't walk around AC-12 without pants!)
I've got dogs here that love me and cousins to see,
And the snow here is high, reaching up to my knee
But it's just not the same without Outreach and Flik
Though sometimes the food sucks and I often get sick.
And from here I can't get up and walk into Yonkers,
I could try but I'd die, and well, that'd be bonkers.
So I count down the days 'til I see them again,
My loved ones, my dorm room, the squirrels, my friends!
In just a few weeks, I'll be happily back in
with friends in Cthulhu Haus, Hill and MacCracken
But don't get me wrong, home friends, I love you all dearly
And hope I can see you more than once-a-yearly,
I set off for London quite late New Year's Eve,
And there isn't much time before I up and leave.
As December dies out, I feel comfort in knowing
that I like who I am and I like where I'm going
I have family I love, and friends I can trust
And what's wrong, like my bra-straps, I can re-adjust
I'm thankful for those who have passed or are living,
(so maybe I'm tragically late for Thanksgiving,
but you're being thanked, so don't fret and don't cry,
and besides, turkey's icky. It's bland and it's dry.)
Though my friends are all spread 'cross the US of A
Being hundreds of miles or minutes away,
My wish to you all is more of a suggestion
"Happy holidays to all, and avoid indigestion!"