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Thursday, December 22, 2011

A Fractured Christmas


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.

7 comments:

Anonymous said...

Happy fractured holidays!

E. B. Davis said...

A great and real take-off of a Christmas classic. Thanks for the poem, Warren. Have a great Christmas!

Warren Bull said...

Happy fracture holidays to you, Anne!

Warren Bull said...

Have a wonderful Christmas, EB!

Pauline Alldred said...

Made me smile. Happy holidays, Warren.

Anonymous said...

Nice, 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.

Warren Bull said...

Best wishes for the holidays to Pauline and James.