It’s that time of year again…when you can’t help but wonder why you’re so tired, even though you could swear you woke up at the same time as you always do, and the cats sit by their food bowls and stare at you, even though dinner time isn’t for another hour.

That’s right, it’s the first Monday of Daylight saving time. The day where we all gather around the Daylight Saving Tree, tear open our Daylight Saving presents, and sing our Daylight Saving carols.

For those of you who were raised in less festive households and perhaps don’t have fond memories of staying up late waiting for the Daylight fairy to sneak in your exhaust pipe and set the clock in your car back an hour when you could swear that you changed it already this year, I’ve included the lyrics to one of my old favorites:

O Daylight Saving

O Daylight Saving, O Daylight Saving

It really does make sense, if you think about it

O Daylight Saving, O Daylight Saving

For instance, it, ah…you know, probably cuts electricity /

depending on which data you consider more reliable

O Daylight Saving, O Daylight Saving

And it really helps out farmers, unless farmers are the ones that hate it because it doesn’t quite seem to make sense

Admittedly, it sounds better in the original German, since the English translation loses the rhyming structure, but obviously that’s a little difficult for a traditional American audience.

At any rate, Happy Daylight Saving, and remember to set the clock in your car!