Ten Days Till Christmas

TEN DAYS TILL CHRISTMAS Ten days till Christmas Ten days of worry hustle What shall I get her? She won’t help me out Won’t even give me a clue What’s a man to do? She never complains About my Christmas presents No just this blank look Makes me feel so small Makes her feel she has revenge A poke in the gut “You never listen!” These are some of her complaints “You leave the seat up! Don’t care how I dress Might as well wear an old sack Just like some old hag” I can’t help but laugh Because her description fits OW! OUCH! That did it! I will pay dearly That laugh has ruined her Yule Ten days of silence Ten days on the couch Eating out at McDonald’s By myself outcast HALLELUIAH! Thanks Lord ten wonderful days HALLELUIAH! ………………………………………………. This is not a description of my married life. I’m just having fun. This is more of a Major Hoople poem – “Egad, Martha! Awpf Sputt!”