On December 12,

the hamlet crowds near,

to sing Their good songs

of jolly and cheer.

All through the day,

and all through the night,

no traffic is stirring

;no specters of fright.

Wives don their aprons,

And scatter about

As their in laws draw near

To holler and shout.

These in laws,

wives say,

Belong in a coven,

But in the holiday spirit

She simply opens the oven.

This holiday,

with titles like sir and ma'am

Deserves meals much higher

than turkey and spam

So the kitchen is cleared,

with no hazards around,

then steak,

then rolls,

then glazed duck abound.

When the feast is set,

and the setting luxurious,

the porter grabs the door

To let in the penurious.

One by one, and three by three, the vagabonds come through

with no need of a key.

The host takes her place,

as the procession is halted

and they all take their seats

with the petty exalted.

Though throughout the year,

without care they could perish,

on December the twelfth,

they are truly cherished

While the crowds look much different,

Bearish vs barish,

if one acts with pride,

they are quickly embarrassed.

As this day was made

Not for pompous intensity

But to celebrate all for their God-given dignity.

Lest they be crazy,

lest they be sane,

Under one roof

They're in the same lane.

This act of great charity,

which could bless a million,

would be utter loss

if not for the children.

With old Saint Nick

Preparing the table

This holiday too

Has a jovial fable

On this lovely feast,

called Candyasheer,

where pigtail the beast is said to appear.

With his knapsack of gifts,

and his hair coiffed lightly,

he showers the streets,

to treat the unsightly.

As there are so many families

without wealth or a home,

poor little Pigtail,

can not do this alone.

So all the little johnnys and sues and marybelles,

go out to the streets,

and even the jails.

And what they carry with them,

in big, heavy Pails

is a treat or two

to make their lives swell.

And these grateful poor

Though they be pensurious,

go to the chapel

to supplicate quite victorious.

And these children at first,

some are shy and censorious.

By the end of this day,

all are gregarious.

For when the pane is gone,

and the eyelids can see,

it’s a wonder how pleasant we all can be.

And with all this love and joy and cheer,

why shouldn’t everyday be Candyasheer.