The Holiday Mug

For 11 whole months you hide like a slug,

Collecting dust and a weird dried up bug.

But when December rolls ‘round,

From your shelf you’re brought down,

O wonderful holiday mug.

Like holiday sweaters, your style may be risky,

With Santas and snowmen and reindeer so frisky.

But for Christmas/Hanukkah/Kwanzaa cheer,

There’s no cup so dear

For our coffee or tea or wee drop o’ whiskey.

Short-lived is your glory, a brief time for smugness.

We’ll dust out your innards and toss out the bug-ness.

To your festive appearance

For one month each year-ance -

Three cheers to Your Holiday Mug-ness!