A Fractured Christmas
‘Twas the night after Christmas
And all through the house
Not a creature was stirring
Not Dad. He was soused.
Mom pondered and worried
As she emptied a jigger
Why each year her sizes
Got bigger and bigger.
While Justin and Jenny
Counted each separate gift
To see who won Christmas
And who came in fifth
But wee little Tommy
Was filled up with joy
While he played with the boxes
And ignored his new toys.
Happy fractured holidays!
ReplyDeleteA great and real take-off of a Christmas classic. Thanks for the poem, Warren. Have a great Christmas!
ReplyDeleteHappy fracture holidays to you, Anne!
ReplyDeleteHave a wonderful Christmas, EB!
ReplyDeleteMade me smile. Happy holidays, Warren.
ReplyDeleteNice, thank you for a happy pause amongst the last minute errands (no time to get soused yet!). Little Tommy and local housecat, Wednesday, seem to have something in common too.
ReplyDeleteBest wishes for the holidays to Pauline and James.
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