• Oh my sweet and joyous holidays,
    how you've lost your meanings;
    how you've lost your ways.

    You once held pride and grace,
    and of such diverse cultures,
    but now it seems you've been replaced.

    Your names have changed
    and so have your stories.
    Sadly only dates remained.

    No one left to care nor worry,
    no one left to keep tradition.
    Feasts maybe done in hurries,
    but no culture left to mention.