Is every room a coordinated dream?
Ice blue and silver, a snowflake winter theme?
Warm gold and candlelight for somewhere else to be?
Or did the 80s throw up on your tree?
Still waiting for that apology
Did you plan it out in August, every bauble placed just right?
Or slap a shiny bow on the clock and call it a night?
God or gremlin? What's your décor style?
Are you carefully curated or are you in denial?
Is it colour coordinated, intentional, serene?
Or the most aggressively festive thing that anyone has seen?
God or gremlin? Be honest now—
Is your Santa matching the palette or causing a row?
Is it one wreath on the door, job done, move on?
Or every surface touched before the first of December's gone?
Do you have a theme? Do you have a plan?
Or just Clark Griswold energy and an extension van?
Does your eyelid flicker slightly at their electric bill?
Thirty moving Santas in the window giving everyone a thrill?
God or gremlin? What's your festive scene?
Are you tasteful and intentional or somewhere in between?
Did the neighbours mention something about a blinding light?
Did the airport actually call you on a Tuesday night?
God or gremlin? Either way it's fine—
Time to put your feet up and enjoy a glass of wine
The lights are flashing sequences the pilots now all know
The control tower's calling but you've nowhere left to go
Clark's on the roof again, the meter's spinning fast
Every outlet in the house is being pushed to last
But on the other side of town
One bow
One clock
One nod to the season
Nobody asked
Nobody knocked
And that was reason enough
God or gremlin? The spectrum is wide
From one tasteful bauble to Griswold outside
From ice blue and silver to whatever that was
Christmas looks different for all of us
God or gremlin? The answer's the same—
It's yours, it's festive, and nobody's to blame
Even if the airport called
Even if the 80s never left at all
Even if the tree's still up in April
...it's fine
It's absolutely fine