Tonight we gather in a room,
Full of joy and without gloom,
To imbibe our pleasures plenty
Throughout the halls of York 220.
Fed’ralists both young and old
Gather hence for scores untold:
Wondrous tales, told very highly
By Mr. Niño and Mr. Riley.
Following their fond goodbyes,
We’ll proceed to shift our eyes
To that ‘pon which we disagree:
When should come the Christmas tree?
Those who shout out, “‘Tis the season!”
Past a timeframe of good reason
Will prefer th’affirmative claim:
Despite the month, the tree must remain.
The negative folks who want for jolly
Yearn for mistletoe and holly
Only when the Advent comes
To our humble Christian homes.
Can we celebrate a day
That lasts so brief, then flies away?
Should the stars and lights be seen
Following our Halloween?
As we ponder questions dearly,
We may know of one thing clearly:
While the Chairman’s voice booms deep,
The Scrivener rests in quiet sleep.