'Twas the week before Christmas, and all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not kids nor the spouse.
The stockings were hung o'er the rail of the stair;
The laundry was flung o'er the backs of the chairs.
The dishes grew mellow, the trash overflowed;
Dogs wished to be walked, no matter how cold.
On, Girlie! On, Bella! On, Mack barely trained~
Your human is weary and utterly drained.
The heat is too high, the house is too hot;
I'm going to suffocate~ I kid you not.
The state of the living room causes me pain;
The tree glistens proudly~ 'mongst chaos it reigns.
"We'll straighten it up in a couple of hours
There's sleeping and Facebook and eating and showers."
And so from my house that is perched on an isthmus,
I wish one and all a Jolly Good Christmas!
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