Oh good Lord, what shall I do
I've a million things to finish.
Baking, cooking, and church to get through
I can't let my image diminish.

The tree's finally up, but nailed to the wall
The cats have been firmly rebuked
Tinsel still clings to the butt of fur-ball
And candy cane sticks in his puke.

I haven't the courage to tell Auntie May
Her fruitcake was good, 'cause it wasn't .
I'll soak it in rum for a month and a day.
Then feed it to my non-starving couzents.

I haven't more walnuts to finish the sweets,
I ran out of cinnamon too.
I ran out of sugar, and flour, and eats,
I need a nap, maybe two.

I won't let the stress of the season
Ruin my perfect din-din.
I'll remember what is the real reason
And eat at McDonalds.....with kin.

A very Un-stressful, Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year to you and yours.





jjs 12-14