'Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house,
not a person was ready, except for the mouse.
The stockings weren't hung by the chimney with care,
they were still in the laundry at the bottom of the stair.
The cookies are burned, the cards were never sent,
being this far behind was never my intent.
The trees were ready for ornaments and lights,
but I put off decorating for yet another night.
More time has been spent running to open the sash,
for cold air to come in and relieve my hot flash.
So if you don't get a gift, a treat, or a card,
it's not a personal matter - don't take it too hard.
The old fart is now nestled all snug in her bed,
She drank too much nog and it went to her head.
So she's packing it in and saying good night,
May your Christmas be merry and New Year be bright.