The spring translates to summer,
The lower half of the world, dismissed from class
Until class commences again,
The affluent wishes you a parabens para voce or Feliz Cumpleaños,
But the lavish party is elsewhere,
Where coasters grace the skyline,
Where costumed characters beckon them to their kingdom,
Where your Sweet 15 lies in a mecca of fun.

I await your Feliz Natal or Navidad,
When planes carry you and your shepherds,
Not by crooks in honor of Jesu,
But with flags that give many tourists pain,
Of July’s past, you were their ire,
Chanting like calico spectators,
Cutting ride queue lines,
Obscuring the views of the parade
On this magic night.

Chant me a Christmas chant in your tongues,
Chant it for the festive season,
I won’t mind if I’m annoyed,
I’m immune to your antics,
I grew up with you through the years,
Every daycation close to my home,
Every staycation in school holidays,
Every vacation where I have to tolerate your apparitions.