Christmas, Already

My world is upside down, this house is all askew. Hours fly by like the wind, the days are far too few. The tree is still in its box, the cookies are not done. The cards are gonna be late, this is supposed to be fun? We wrote down our wishes, threw our names in the pot. Maybe I'd know what to buy, if I recalled whose name I got. When those sleigh bells jingle, I'll wave him right on past. "Sorry, Santa. I'm not ready, you'll have to come here last."