There are no Shangri-La's and there are no "perfect" places
There will always be faux pas and quite prominent disgraces
To contemplate the cause is to cast the times on faces
And there reveal the flaws, and the distance between spaces
We should give them all a sling, and put them through their paces
They will learn a simple thing, and absorb some righteous graces
When the rubber starts to sing, their frowns will leave no traces
For it's a happy gathering- with smiles brought forth in cases
Merry Christmas to All, and to All a Good Flight!
-Hulla