
On a holiday bright, with joy and a punch,
I danced with my family, oh, what a crunch!
But then little Timmy, he started to frown,
Over spilled juice—it was all over the town.
He threw quite the tantrum, arms flailing in air,
While we giggled and laughed, with nary a care.
So here’s to the chaos that holidays bring,
With punch, spills, and tantrums, it’s the wildest thing!















