We hope you have a lot of fun in Nineteen Hundred Eighty-One

T’was the day after Christmas

And all through the pad

Not a knothead was sober

Not even Grand-dad

We all were hung over

T’was really quite clear

From too much of the liquid

They call Christmas cheer

There were paper and boxes

And packing galore

And ribbon and scotch tap

All over the floor

It sure was a big evening

A humdinger I guess

But now it’s over

This place is a mess

Grand-dad started singing

Home on the Range

Then Dorrene looked up

And said, “Grand-dad you’re strange”

Now the old year is ended

So we’ll lay off the mix

And try to teach these

Old dogs some new tricks

Here’s a new resolution

To keep our heads clear

We’ll lay off that vodka

And stick with root beer

D.B.C.