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As the holidays commence, our pretense
is that we'll spare no expense
We forget all our debt
Like our budgets are immense
Don't think twice, of the price
because my gifts are just as nice
As your hauls from the malls
But my aim is more precise
Why be rash with my cash
All my presents have panache
What I'd spend, on a friend
Would just end up in the trash
Might seem twee, but you see
All my gifts are made my me
Never bland, made by hand
And as cheap as cheap can be
"But Nicole," you say, "that sounds absurd."
"You have better things to do"
But I press on, undeterred
Making something just for YOU.
"Oh," you say, "Now I feel bad.
"And ungrateful, I might add.
"I meant not to diss your work."
I forgive you, selfish jerk.
If my sock should lose it's pair, why despair
I can make a teddy bear!
Stuff it's butt, stitch it shut
Try to cover up the wear
From my pan-try a can
Could become a robot man
Perfect toy for a boy
With a short attention span
So I blaze through the days
Til my eyeballs start to glaze
Working right through the night
But the effort always pays
Hide my phone, sit alone
And I get into the zone
Lock my door, clear the floor
Because I work best on my own
"But Nicole," you say "I disagree"
"Even Santa has his elves"
Last I checked, elves don't work free
We must do these things ourselves
And I admit, it can be hard
Especially with all these cards
In place of an indentured staff
Would you lick these on my behalf?
But with every con I do, I met new friends,
and so expands my crew
When the cheer gets me here,
I want them to get it too
And throughout, I have doubt
Like I left somebody out
So I thrift, and regift
Until no one is without
Although shrewd, I know you'd
think it's all a little rude
but why blow all my dough
When I could be buying food?
I wear my fingers to the bone to make something exquisite
But sometimes when I hand them off they say "Thanks, what is it?"
Sometimes they will examine it, searching for a card
But the present's right in front of them, and oh! I worked so hard
They come from such a loving place, and I don't understand
Why isn't it enough for them that I made these by hand?
I know they're not amazing, but I work with what I've got
I think it's much more valuable than something I just “bought”
These took a lot of man hours, they took my time and thought
It's like they don't see what it is, they just see what it's not
I've countless friends that I love so
More than I could have foreseen
And each year I want to show
Each of them how much they mean
I don't know whom I love best
And it aches inside my chest
And this season is the worst
I feel like my heart will burst