‘Twas the week before Christmas, and all through my mind
Every gift had been tracked, and scheduled on time.
The tree was half lit with a string that went out
I grimaced and fussed, and started to pout.
Last minute shopping would not be allowed
A threat and a promise I too this year avowed.
But alas there I was ordering one last present
A trip to the store was simply far too unpleasant.
The hustle and bustle will continue until Christmas Eve.
It’s a yearly tradition that persists without reprieve.
I’ve learned there’s no such thing as a perfect Holiday
So I’ve stopped all the stressing and instead I pray
For a joyful and peaceful, prosperous year
For my family and friends and those I hold dear.
– Kim Sweeney (An original, modern tweak to the original).
