The Grinch Who Stole Christmas Custody

Ooh. The lights are up, the tree is tall.

But there's a shadow hanging in the hall. The mailbox is empty,

the phone doesn't ring. While you're busy stealing the joy that Christmas brings.

You've got the calendar locked in your hand. Mapping out walls like a line

in the sand. I sent a package with a ribbon of red.

But you told our child that I'd forgotten it instead. The schedule says

holiday, the judge's on the line. But you claimed our child's laughter

as yours and not mine. You're checking your list and you're checking it twice.