A Wake on the Night Before Christmas

'Twas the night before Christmas, and insomnia befell, No creature was stirring, but my thoughts are pell-mell. Would the family squabbles and feuds come with the cheer? Would I have to drown them out, with too much beer? The smile and wave diversion has limited worth? How long can my mirth defray my feeling good dearth?. I flit like a butterfly, I sting like a bee. But, my hands can't hit what my eyes can't see. It's all so jovial, with all folks tongues tied. Letting slip barbs tongue-in-cheek that lied. Lips forced into clenched fist clamped smiles. With forget-me-knots shrouded as wait-a-whiles. The reindeers were laughing, stopping on the roof, as I downed another draught of whiskey high-proof. A hangover is a sure-fire cure to help me cope, with the downhill slide to the slippery slope. 'Twas the night before Christmas, and I'm awake, fearing the family feud sparring earthquake. My mind is churning over past disputes, give-and-take, and how to avoid ruining the day with a silly mistake.