not an active was hazing, with no pledges around.
The houses were empty, the students were home,
with families who love them, and beds they’ve outgrown.
Mothers were happy, their kids finally here,
but the students were desperate, for a shot and a beer.
So sratstars were texting, all missing each other,
and frat boys were planning to drink with their brothers.
High school friends met at their local hot spot.
Old flings reignited, because why the fuck not?
They drank ’til they couldn’t, because “when in Rome,”
Then they gathered their asses and stumbled back home.
When out on the porch, there arose such a clatter,
mother sprang from her bed to see what was the matter.
It was her daughter, slumped in a drunken stupor,
though she was laughing, mother saw no humor.
Across that same hometown, there was also a boy,
who went home hammered, bringing his mother no joy.
Greeks everywhere had partied, celebrating the season,
not that they actually needed a reason.
The parents were angry, the students were sloshed,
this wholesome family Christmas was officially botched.
They’d soon be forgiven, when morning would call,
and the hangovers were punishment enough for them all..