A christmas poem.

’twas the night before Christmas, and all thru the house, everyone was busy, and Zachary took my mouse.
The family was getting ready, the kitchen was trashed. I’m in my bedroom, and damn it, Hulu just crashed.
Break out the medicine box, the pepto and tums.
And what is that sound, oh, his mother got him drums.
I”m eating my marshmallow santas, from my secret stash… my mom will kick my ass, if she finds the wrappers in the trash.
The stockings were hung, in that room over there.
My mother trying to put Zachary down, so we can prepare.
Time to duct tape him in bed, and give him a beso.
I need to check my groceries, tomorrow I make epic queso.
When out on the lawn, arose such a glare, I realized the wind knocked over a luminaria out there.
And from the den, came such a clatter, that I paused Dexter to see what’s the matter.
The final touches on tomorrows food, making pies and stuffin’.
I checked the table, who left Santa skim milk and a bran muffin?
And when the presents were wrapped and under the tree, the family in the den, watching food network on tv.
And finally it was silent, everyone in bed.
Happy Christmas to all, that’s what he said.

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