Jul (2024)

Video games in the office means the season is here.

The season of great fire risk.

The season of swirly saffron buns.

The season of reindeer.

The season of gnomes and trains,

And dogs without brains.

And smokey old german dudes, too.

The season of tomtar and bocks.

And oversized socks.

The season to pyssla,

And make something new.

The season of trees that don't fit.

With balls, and well-lit.

The season of friends and foreign food, too.

Like greek almond bread.

And dumplings, I've read.

And eggnog for me, and not you.

Green leaves stuffed with rice,

With lemon, that's nice!

And smoked eel off to the side.

With gifts to exchange.

And feasts to arrange.

Don't dead, open inside.

Lemon cake with every meal.

Gives that Christmasy feel.

And pajamas with stupid designs.

You'll jump and be merry!

And never get wary!

Now sit yourself under the pines.

There's a smidge of delight.

When you light up the night.

With angels that chime all the time.

When it comes to an end.

You'll eat real food again.

Or so you'll say, in order to rhyme.