Why are looming holidays a time of such stress?
This is an issue that's hard to assess
It could be the flu
That's making us stew
But are there some other good grounds for distress?
A person I know at his family feast
Finds that his heart rate is vastly increased
Whenever his aunt
Goes off on a rant
In praise of his cousin, the budding artiste
It's relatives, kinfolk, who get on his nerves
The pique that he feels no one really deserves
He hates when they're cute
Or when they're hirsute
He hates them and baits them, one quickly observes
And yet to the root of the problem he's blind
His anger fades out when he sit downs to dine
As soon as he eats
He gets very upbeat
Especially after a good glass of wine
By then all his kinfolk seem really just fine
His cousin seems funny, his aunt seems benign
The guy with the hair
May be still full of air
But no one could care, the whole world's just divine
Then suddenly someone says something quite rude
And one of the children has upchucked his food
Talk about stress
The place is a mess!
The drunken artiste makes a joke that is crude
Then the talk turns to health and the passage of bills
Insurance, Obama and all of his ills
Some people are pro
Some go back, to and fro
It ends in a battle of strong-minded wills
But when the guests leave with a tearful goodbye
Their hair all disheveled, their glasses awry
They're full of good cheer
For the upcoming year
They've loved it, just loved it, which none can belie
So laugh and be merry and don't get annoyed
It doesn't take Adler; it doesn't take Freud
To figure it out
That what it's about
Is that stress, although taxing, can still be enjoyed.