An aside

Twas the morning of Christmas and here in my bed
I lay here not sleeping but blogging instead
The stockings were hung last night while drunk
And I wrapped all my presents which mostly, are junk

My stomach still grumbled from meatballs and cheese
Zucchini, bruschetta , nachos and tea.
Some beer, some wine, a whisky or six
And my head now reminds me, never to mix

So here I am awake, at five in the morning
Not from excitement, but jet-lag and snoring
I woke like a child and down the stairs I snuck
To wait for my family to hurry the fuck up





-Merry Christmas to all, and to all, good morning