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It’s Christmas once again and my children are all grown.

Not one believes in Santa; they go shopping on their own.

In the morning they will rise, open stockings and their gifts,

And they’ll count their cash and gift cards; planning future shopping trips.

We will gather round for brunch and see a movie: it’s tradition.

Then we’ll all come home and play some games and shed all inhibitions.

Their smiles will shine; their laughs ring out, they’ll curse (which we’ll ignore).

We’ll snack and drink and joke and shout until our throats are sore.

And after we have had our fill of Merry Christmas cheer,

We’ll snuggle into bed and reflect upon the year.

The highs, the lows, the in-betweens (we’ve had our share of all).

With kids like these, I probably need a dose of Adderall!

My oldest turns 18 this year, officially a man.

I hope he’s home next Christmas. I’m going to miss you, Jan.

My daughter was in hospital for acting sort of crazy,

Her middle brother failed 8th grade because he’s sort of lazy.

My youngest learned ten thousand flips and got great grades in school;

My second oldest got a job and anger issues too!

My ex and I are the best of friends; I swear that I’m not lying.

Good thing too, Cuz raising these five weirdos, can be trying!

On Christmas Eve, I’m sat composing lyrics on my phone,

Surrounded by my family, instead of on my own.

It’s not the way I learned it growing up, all picture perfect.