But it feels awfully good to be me,
With a grandchild sitting here on my lap
And one perched there on each knee.
I’m reading the whole Christmas story
To children who’ve heard it before.
But we still enjoy the retelling,
So I’m going to read it once more.
The holiday lights are all shining,
There’s plenty of wood for the fire.
The house smells of Christmas baking,
Our spirits just couldn’t be higher.
The harvest was pretty successful.
I’m done buying and selling this year.
Most of the bookwork is already done,
And next week my schedule is clear.
My mother is off at my sister’s,
No snow is piled up in the drive.
So my obligations are pretty darn low,
And it’s fun just being alive.
So ’til the first week of next year
When reality gives me a slap,
I’ll just forget about cleaning the shop,
And lay down for a long winter’s nap.