The old table

The old table,
glad to see the chairs are full
And I'm glad to see the table covered with linen and candles are also full.
full of stuffing and turkey
and foods of all sorts
and egg nog in glasses
and wines by the quarts,
air is staccato with the sound of yapping kin,
bragging and boasting of the year that has been.
After all has been said
and after all has been ate
after all has been washed
minus a few broken plates
After when all is calm
and after all is right
all will go home
till the next holy night.