We're pretty staunch when it comes to supporting all things D. I don't like to discriminate, but if forced to choose, I'll always choose the diabetic brand. We only use diabetic dish detergent (fruity breath scent); we landscape with only diabetes-friendly shrubs and flowers and in the summers we go fishing in only diabetic waters.

That said, when Christmas comes around, we only sing diabetes Christmas songs in our household. Classics such as Have Yourself a Merry Little Bolus, The Little Pumper Boy and I Saw Mommy Ripping the Insurance Rep a New One fill our home with yuletide cheer.

And who can forget this classic adaptation of Let it Snow.

Bet He's Low!

Oh, my son's blood sugars are frightful
Of course Ms. Berry's are delightful
And since his eyes look like a Picasso
I bet he's low, bet he's low, bet he's low (READ MORE)

You know Dasher and Dancer and Prancer and Vixen,

Comet and Cupid and Donner and Blitzen.

But do you recall, the most pancreatically-challenged reindeer of all?

Rudolph the diabetic ('betic)

Had some very nasty lows (like a 30)

And if you ever asked him (asked him)

He would even say it blows (like a mofo)

All of the other reindeer (reindeer)

Used to laugh and call him names (like Sugar Boy)

They said he was contagious

They didn't want to be the same (the same)

Then one foggy Christmas Eve

Santa came to say (ho ho ho) (READ MORE)