It’s the morning before christmas with so much to do,
\nI can’t find my head, and can’t find my shoe.
\nI’m drowning in papers, my clothes in a heap,
\naway in the manger my husband still sleeps.<\/p>\n
The sun has arisen, the air has a chill,
\nthe streets are still quiet, there’s dew on the hill.
\nAnd then I remember, clear out of the blue,
\nI have to go shopping, oh where is that shoe?<\/p>\n
Under and over, all through the house,
\nI look high and low, quiet as a mouse.
\nI find it in the kitchen, why I’ll never know;
\ndoesn’t matter now, it time for me to go.<\/p>\n
Oh wait, I can’t go, I must cease and desist,
\nI can’t leave the house before I make a list.
\nMy friend is roasting lamb, and baking with her daughter,
\nher husband will tend bar…perhaps for me, just water.
\nAnother friend brings corn pudding, all ready in a pot,
\nI get off too easy, hor’s d’oeuvres and veggies are my lot.<\/p>\n
Crackers, cheese and olives, to snack on before,
\ntomatoes, and breadcrumbs, and more are in store.
\nThe clock is a-ticking, I really must go;
\nthank heavens it’s California with nary a snow.
\nBut first I must post this poem to my blog,
\nI almost forgot with my head in a fog.<\/p>\n
On Slicer and Dicer, on Daughter, on Friend,
\nmay such days be a-plenty, and never to end.
\nOn Blogger, on Shopper, on Cooker, on Wife,
\nI won’t complain now, it’s the time of my life.<\/p>\n
So picture me now in my Volkswagon sleigh,
\nsaying “Happy Holidays to all, and to all a good day.”<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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