A Christmas Dinner
Christmas day and it's time that we eat.
One more meal and I won't see my feet!
Dad lost sight of his a long time ago.
He's one size away from saying Ho Ho Ho!
After we gorge ourselves it's time for some treats.
I think I got diabetes from my last plate of sweets!
I unbutton my pants as I let out a sigh.
Good thing I'm not Santa or my reindeer couldn't fly.
Now to the tree to hand out our presents.
Feeling like kings even though we are peasants.
The kids are all playing and sharing their toys.
We're bloated and sleepy from our holiday joys.
Dustin Self 11/29/2012 (christmas dinner contest)
Copyright © Dustin Self | Year Posted 2012
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