Obtuse Christmas

I’ve been feeling sorry for the Jewish

Unable to eat burgers with cheese

It often leaves me feeling blueish

That with ham they feel ill-at-ease

Every winter we hang Christmas stockings

And busily trim the tree

While they go to temple rocking

And spin dreidels most forcibly

I wish they believed in Santa Claus

And opened gifts on Christmas morn

But they are bound by funny laws

To break them would cause them such scorn

I don’t understand how others

Don’t believe just like me

Why, even our holiday colors

Simply don’t agree

I think that it’s them that should change

Them and certainly not I

It would certainly be less strange

If their ways they could modify

That’s how I feel, don’t you know

My mind is certainly made

As such I will never grow

My bigotry now well displayed

Don’t follow this path of poor thinking

You don’t want to be seen as dumb

Don’t let your mind start to shrinking

Or to ignorance you will succumb