This isn't supposed to rhyme or feel poetic

'Tis the season to be stressed, uptight, behind, agitated, cold, sick and crazy!
'Tis the season to explain 100 or so times how Santa visits houses with no chimney.
'Tis the season to "get over" a few things and go with Plan Z.

'Tis the season to know the cell number for your pharmacist, by heart.
'Tis the season to make 2 trips to the same store in one day because you forgot something on the list, the list you never made.
'Tis the season to NOT rely on your memory.

'Tis the season that once again gives birth to a schedule that's nearly impossible.
'Tis the season to promise that next year will be different.
'Tis the season which you remember you said that last year.

'Tis the season that crock pots are a gift from Heaven and coffee becomes an essential food group.
'Tis the season that you wished you had planned for financially, back in June.
'Tis the season to quickly discover "patience" as your middle name.

'Tis the season for finals and 15 page papers amongst ball games, banquets and parades.
'Tis the season for little white lies.
'Tis the season that 1 or 2 runs a week is the best one can hope for and will require a miracle of some sort.

But....
'Tis the season to celebrate the birth.
'Tis the season a babe saved the world.
'Tis the season to remember....
the Reason for the season.