Christmas Fun
Up and down the attic stairs
Dusty corners of the house
All for what? What is stirring,
Just the dust? How ‘bout that mouse?
Just the feeling that I get
When moving boxes to and fro,
I love the season, yes, I do,
But hate the work, oh don’t you know?
It’s all for good, the lights, the songs,
Not the boxes, ouch! My back!
There better be some nifty presents
Just for me in Santa’s sack.
After taking down the broken fixtures
Just to find I must buy more
Where is my wallet, rather the money?
Why must I, run to the store?
Out on the lawn, running electric;
Candy canes here and a big Santa there.
Oops, a short is in the wire.
I just burned off all of my hair!
Up on the ladder stringing lights,
I told my kids, “don’t plug them in!”
But, damn, they did and down I went
Shocked full of juice, grounded again!
Lest not forget the “why” I do it,
It’s so the kids experience joy.
Cursing that the lights are broken,
All they want is a stinking toy.
But now, the work is finally over,
The date, huh, is now January fifth,
Who the hell made up that rule
To remove decorations on the sixth?
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