At this time of year it is patently clear
That the males are the ones who are blest.
Thoughts like "goodwill to men" we hear time and again
And we find them quite hard to digest.

As we women all know, men think they run the show,
And sometimes we allow them this pause.
But it gets on our nerves, like too many hors d'oeuvres
When we want to get at the main course.

Many times out of mind the same problem we find,
Leaving plans to the menfolk is risky.
Christmas spirit they think is some kind of a drink,
Such as vodka, Baccardi, or whiskey.

Since we carry the load, men keep out of our road,
We are ready and willing and able.
For it's perfectly clear, that the stuffed turkeys here
Are not always confined to the table.

The traditional way is now rather passe,
Lets give credit, where credit is due.
Then you'll see, man or boy, in return you'll enjoy
The fruits of OUR goodwill to you.

Oh my dear! You wonder star
So bright you shine all day and night
To guide us to the Lord's birth home
Born were you dear mighty star.

Old quite, but young enough
You shine so fine till time today
Bethlehem your home it lives in joy
For home it is for the Lord's birth.

Time to time you shine with us
At Christmas time on roofs atop
Colors galore you shine all night
To remind us all of His glorious birth.

Your name it is "the wonder star"
You've shown the way to the might king
You still shine bright in heavens above
In our hearts you shine all Christmas time.

Wedding Poems