Poetry,  Thoughts

‘Tis the Night Before Christmas

‘Tis the day before Christmas

And like many mommies before,

I’m so fucking tired

That I ‘m lying on the floor.

 

There was shopping and browsing

And making of lists.

There were colds to wipe up

And sweets to resist.

 

There were houses to bake

And then decorate!

There were presents to wrap–

Too little, too late!

 

There were lights to put up,

And ornaments to hang.

Cards to mail out

And music was sang.

 

There was grunting and groaning

And stretching of dresses,

With jeans that don’t button

Over stretch-mark distresses.

 

There were candy canes stuck

In hair and in clothes,

And chocolate on faces.

Where it came from– who knows!

 

And now I’m here

On the dirty kitchen floor,

Enjoying the quiet

And I let out a snore.

 

The kids’ll find me in the morning

In a pile of dirt.

Not lookin’ pretty.

Not a little alert.

 

But they’ll have presents in stockings,

And gifts under the tree,

And food for roasting

And faces of glee.

 

I’ll smile and laugh

With the family, breaking bread.

While that damn jerk named Santa,

Will take all the cred.

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