It’s sunday night at six o’clock 

We're all gathered ‘round the table 

Waiting for dinner to start 

Mom and I grab the food 

My sister grabs the drinks 

Everyone's laughing and talking 

Four conversations at once 

We all reach for a wack biscuit 

There's plenty to go around 

My step dad keeps laughing 

At my comedic brother-in-law 

He sounds like Saint Nick 

My mom tries to feed my baby niece 

But my grandma and I make it hard  

We keep making faces at her 

Once everyone’s done and had their fill 

We all clean up and sit on the back patio 

Talking around a burning fire pit 

Until late hours of the night