In the barn on Christmas Eve,
After all the people leave,
The animals, in voices low
Remember Christmas long ago
Thoughts: OK, so there's a barn involved. Already, this has become a story that I can't relate to. I live in Massachusetts and we don't have a whole lot of fucking farms around here. There are some farms, but it's not like anyone gives a shit about them, not even the farmers. Being a farmer in Massachusetts is a lot like being Paul Reubens: you wake up everyday and wonder where your life went wrong. And if the whole barn motif wasn't bad enough, the story also uses a very uninspired AABB rhyme scheme.