Quont's Question 23: How will you be spending the holidays?

Upon the eve of Christmas we shall go and cut the tree,
And drag it to the living room and set it up with glee.
The glass and paper ornaments, the gleaming silver balls
Will all be hung the twigs among until we've decked our halls.

The family all will gather round, including cats and dog.
I'll read the Dylan Thomas book; they'll sip at their eggnog.
And though they're grown, the boys will head for bed because they know
That Santa never visits until up the stairs they go.

And we shall have a jolly time, and we shall have our love,
And we shall have a blessing shining on us from above.
It's a feeling worth most everything that we shall ever own.
There'll be laughter, light, and music when our boys come home.

(and then I expect we'll just kick back and relax the rest of the week until it's time to get really wasted New Year's Eve.)