Christmas

Lying in a darkened room; clutching at her breast; She thought that when she come in there; she might get some rest. Emanating perspiration; from her shoulders and her neck; Cloths all thrown about the floor; and the blankets are a wreck. Thinking in her mind; can't you hurry up; My eggnog's spiked and ready; and sitting in a cup. Ho-ho Merry Christmas; now get your hand off of my boob; Isn't there a football game; plying on the tube. Sitting in his favorite chair; paper there in hand; Over in the dinning room; the Misses makes her plans. She shows to him a catalog; of things that she might like; And don't forget our johnny boy; says he wants a bike. Thinking in his mind; how about you get a job; And maybe lose a pound or two; you're looking like the blob. Time to light the furnace; winter now is here; But never mind the extra cost; Christmas time is near. I saw this fellow Santa Clause; working at the store; I bet his little misses; keeps demanding more. Ho-ho Merry Christmas; a blessing to us all; A well rehearsed distraction; until the tax man calls.