T'was the Week Before Christmas (or Depression, Part VIII)

T'was the week before Christmas and all through my apartment
Nothing was hap'ning 'cause I was late with the rent

No need to check the doors or the locks
'Cause the Christmas tree laid still packed in a box

No Santa or reindeer or presents or sleigh
'Cause my ex moved my son 1,500 miles away

No shirts or kerchiefs, or long underwear
My stocking was tossed on the back of a chair

No mistletoe, star or red blinking lights
'Cause lately they've all been real silent nights

No radios blaring, spreading good cheer
I can take it no more, wanna check outta here

 

Just remember one thing, Harley. The holidays are frequently the most stressful time of year for many people. You'll get through it, and on Jan. 2, you'll be able to look ahead.

And besides, think of it this way. The Royal Rumble is just around the corner.