Tis two days before Christmas
and all through the house
the mother is frazzled
in her dirt stained blouse
The refrigerator is bare
she hasn't been to the store
There is dog hair covering
every inch of the floor
The kids are all grumbling
with each job assigned
They do not see the inevitable
she is losing her mind.
There are still gifts to buy
and food to make
The thought of it alone
makes her head start to ache
She yells out some threats
to get the jobs done
and promises when they finish
they can have a little fun.
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